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From the top to the bottom, bottom to top I stop
At the core I'm forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from the safety, the pictures there
The memories won't escape me
We're stuck in a place so dark you can hardly see
The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
And as the rain drips down acidic questions around me
I block out the sight of the powers that be
And duck away into the darkness, time's up
I'll wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut
So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend,
And the eyes ease open and its dark again
From the top to the bottom, bottom to top I stop
At the core I'm forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from the safety, the pictures there
The memories won't escape me, so why should I care
In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly, until the sun rises up
Listen to sounds, dizy from the ups and downs
Enausiated by the polutted rot that's all around
Watching the wheels of the cars that pass
I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts
A window grows and catches the eye
And crys out a yellow light as it passes me by
And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
Inside a building of rock with antennas on top now
Nothing can stop in this land of the pain
The sane lose, not knowing they were part of the game
And while the insides change the box stays the same
And the figure inside could bear anybody's name
The memories I keep are from a time like then
I put them on paper so I can come back to them
Someday I'm hopin to close my eyes and pretend
That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again
From the top to the bottom, bottom to top I stop
At the core I'm forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the pictures there
The memory won't escape me
I'm here at this podium talkin, the ceremony offering Dedicated to urban disfunctional offspring
What's happening? City governments are eternally nappin
Trapped in greedy covenants causing urban collapse
Bullets that scar souls with dark holes
Get more than your car stole some hearts be blacker than charcoal
For real, this society's deprevation
Depends not on our differences but the separation within
No preporation is made, limited aid, minimum wage
Livim in a tenament cage, where rent isn't paid
Tragedy with a parade
The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague
In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly, until the sun rises up