I.D.T.F.
Dead Air
4:31Tall walls they won't Let up on my throat Fear has encroached On every life Life thrives in the dark Old scars leave their mark Street beats with no heart Is it by design Based in a need No hands are clean Rec parks play their part Rolled dice pull apart Collars, void and dart The homeless truth Have your eyes seen enough Naive from the start Palmed hands, that's a bluff The smile reveals Based in a need No hands are clean Based in a need No hands are clean Disgust and grey hairs trapped in a suit Harpies they swarm and smell the black fruit This time they go in Embrace city sins Slowly, you'll get over it What peace will you give To make it through The price on the tag has a hold on you I want out of here Averted eyes A solemn gaze We walk alone Amongst the haze A broken light To guide the way We walk alone