in thought and deed I am ensanguined if there is a god I would've burned in the womb
inside crossed circuitry burned my humanity emotionless to the core
herald in the new age forged on death and pain I know I fit here perfectly driving in the nails
every night I hear sirens wail swept past my window following staccato bursts screaming children dodging crossfire on the street corner a fresh coat of paint randomly placed makes its ruinous descent drop by drop by drop
splintered bone is sewer bound bourne on gouting wounds paralyzed for life from the neck down
she was all alone with her steam-vent home drowning in gasoline
with nowhere to turn she set her final match to burn fulfilled scorched flesh policy
I see you streetwalker, nightcrawler swallowing poison whore
spread your skin spread your skin how many times
have you been bought and sold two lovers in an alley locked in an embrace twist the tourniquet inject the spike plunge the fluid in the vein upon high he spread his wings
no longer bound upon high he spread his wings thinking nothing of the ground below
the streets are sinking people are cast overboard clawing and grasping to gasp a final breath the outcome's the same it always is these mean streets live many deaths
bright city lights shine glamour in your eyes raise your glass propose a toast to the dying and the dead
raise your glass propose a toast to the dying to the dying and the dead
in this city on these streets you'll learn to see and you will begin to fear in this city on these streets no one innocent leaves unscarred in this city on these streets you'll learn to see and you will forget to feel
11pm stumble, trip, and fall in a corridor at city hall arterial burst from jugulated flesh crimson tide on Sunday's best
clutching his throat gasping for air choke on a scream as wild eyes stare
the visions that shined in his mind the visions that shined in his mind the visions that shine in my mind the visions that shine in my mind
remember that alley the shooting gallery the police pulled out a body of a girl barely sixteen a garbage bag over her face tied firmly around her neck sexually assaulted and beaten to death
remember that alley the shooting gallery the police pulled out a body of a girl barely sixteen a garbage bag over her face tied firmly around her neck sexually assaulted and beaten to death
the streets are sinking people re cast overboard clawing and gasping to gasp a final breath the outcome's the same it always is these mean streets live many deaths