theres a disconnect a mountain in the middle i climb up half way live with the blade inside all the time i try and i choke a flat line speak again these crossed out messages look into my eyes see that i have no language anguish lie so i could see again visit those left around for me to bet a friend fore arms covered in hospital bands looking in the killing field they waiving in from the stands it s more real than how i feel when i have no language anguish ill tell you with my body then i choke old smoke tryna strip an old angle gonna build a new language these words i try to lend dont make no difference two kinds of empty hands both reaching out for a new language in need of new piping come and show me something the people are the players the buildings are the stories no language foundation the ones that they were given the ones that were taken the blades inside the blades inside bet speak again these crossed out messages look into my eyes see that i have no language anguish they hacked into my fair share can t function when they made out of plastic fore arms covered in hospital bands looking in the killing field they waiving in from the stands it s more real than how i feel when i have no language anguish ill tell you with my body then  i choke old smoke tryna strip an old angle i m gonna build a new language these words i try to lend dont make no difference two kinds of empty hands both reaching out for a new language kick in the pain or the framework i could spell it out laymens terms wood to build or wood to burn brick layer can become a brick slayer layer by layer racist foundation kick it out watch the old legs shaking new language the old one had me choking im done coping lit it up open new fire from the old world broken
['noise punk']