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[Verse 1] I drink the colouded city rain water you can never save my soul Painted glass on my stomach and i don 't break it for no one; go! The blood runs like a river when your backs turned and hope don 't float when it 's chockin on it 's last words word, which one would you used to describe this? i'm sick of fighting everybody around me for silence sick of tryin to get by inside of your slilly blinded vision of what you thought life was before you dived in take a look at me i 'm picking through my last meal heading to the galos with a smile on my cracked grill and that 's real; you can keep your little rap deals cause i don 't give a damn about being king of they crap hill Songtextestop and let it fall where the chips land and take the earth from underneath your fragile pride and kickstand so when it all clears and the rain clouds fade you can sleep with the rest of the skeletons in they grave This city; [yeah] it 's really got a hold on you This city; [man] it 's really got a hold on you you don 't need to fight me off i 'm well on my way gunna leave these cobblestones and matchsticks in the back of my brain i learned that you don 't have a single word left that you can say gunna make me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face [your king is dead] [Verse 2] you can cherish these bricks all day but not a single one will get you outta here and take you away you want a throne that can never be claimed but standing there looking like another drone that lost his way so take the broken crown off, bowin in a kingdom full of fools gold searching for a diamond in a pile full of bruised hopes you 're looking at me through those tiny little two holes that lie to you and force you to be blinded when the truth shows yeah i guess i 'm nothing but a blood drop that fell out your blacklisted number one spot coagulate me i 'm ready to be released and outta your palms like a burgandy padded breeze how poetic you all want change but won 't let it get a breath of any answer till you decided that it 's ready to breathe believe me that 's the nature of the beast break it 's little legs and watch it try to flee watch it hobble out your awful line of reach turn around and pull the cotton out it 's mouth and pour it 's heart into the streets and when all of this is over you can sharpen up your teeth just to smile in the mirror while the rest of you depletes This city; it 's really got a hold on you This city; yeah it 's really ate a hole through you you don 't need to fight me off i 'm well on my way gunna leave these cobblestones and matchsticks in the back of my brain i learned that you don 't have a single word left that you can say gunna make me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face your king is dead you don 't need to fight me off i 'm well on my way gunna leave these cobblestones and matchsticks in the back of my brain i learned that you don 't have a single word left that you can say gunna make me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face your king is dead (Thanks to Zakk for these lyrics and to formaldehydefingers and wphaxx for corrections) Aus Songtexte Mania