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letra de blackened lids - souls in chains

[verse1][jd]
in the fall streets, follow shadows of daniel,
formulate the rate of survival, subtracted by
stabbing’s,
saw three growing up, sudden drop in the heart rate,
bullets are beheadings, in a child’s eyes,
white people f-cked up on meth,
black people f-cked up on rock,
both peoples supply, cause drug money talks,
white children and black children,
boneless b-st-rds of the ghetto, f-ck love,
in the end, only hatred befriends you,
dirty magazines and 40’s on the corner,
despair lays dead in the gutter,
in search of emptiness and alcoholic contents,
dependant on a welfare system incredibly complex,
cast deep into the shadows of the lions pit,
beneath the red brick buildings and an orange lit sky,
stumble scared into the never ending never endings,
beneath the pale corneas and blackened lids of a
child’s eyes.

[chorus][jd]
blackened lids of a child’s eyes, child’s eyes,
blackened lids of a child’s eyes, child’s eyes,
blackened lids of a child’s eyes, child’s eyes,
blackened lids of a child’s eyes, child’s eyes.

[verse2][jd]
heart breaks when the gl-ss shatters,
the barrel screams violence, a colorless ent-ty,
intimacy,
liquid spills and stains the concrete mixture,
leave a mark on the world, beyond pretend,
light dutches under moonlight, philly’s in the evening,
one mans form of escape to clot the bleeding,
explain jealousy and envy when the lights go off,
turn tears to friends when the fight is lost,
live day to day on the subway train,
scribble sonnets on the back of your hand as fast as
they came,
landscapes of tenements, hopes, and dreams,
the hopeless, can only hope to leave,
at the center of good bye take it straight to h-ll,
beneath the red brick buildings and an orange lit sky,
hollow out the head with a shot gun sh-ll,
beneath the pale corneas and blackened lids of a
child’s eyes.

[verse3][jd]
steal the light from there eyes, past the shallow look,
future is clockwork, follow the dying to death,
cocaine is the father, abuse is the mother,
s-x is the poison that produces the stress,
sightless gun fights children pull, children squeeze,
children of intent, children are no good,
cause a child dies at birth when its born in the hood,
but still a child, a child in the flesh,
public houses desperate to f-ck,
formulate the rate of survival, subtracted by
stabbing’s,
saw three growing up, sudden drop in the heart rate,
bullets are beheadings, in a child’s eyes,
weep slowly and maybe someone will hear,
beneath the red brick buildings and an orange lit sky,
maybe just maybe someone will hear,
beneath the pale corneas and blackened lids of a
child’s eyes.

- souls in chains

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