Letra de World On Its Back

I see an aging youth, and the truth that feeds a haunted past
There’s no solace in yesteryears
With these fears abound, how can I last?
These city sidewalks flow with people's dreams and aspirations
A sinking mood has swept the land
Straight laced, pure frustration
Random violence greases the wheels on the hate machine
Try and wash these dirty days, you can’t make them clean
Where do I go to garner trust, there’s none to find
Seek out your maker becausе you’re not safe among your kind
No way out of this self madе cell
Heavens waiting for the believers
Those fearing hell, and the lifelong grievers
Pressure treated, forced to break
We’re holding court from the lowest rung
A sore reminder of what’s at stake
This common heartache is shared by all
Sit and stack your chips, I’ll be there to watch them fall
No way out of the self-made cell
No way out of this self-made hell