Frgt-10
[00:13.03] From the top to the bottom
[00:14.29] Bottom to top I stop
[00:15.54] At the core I've forgotten
[00:16.77] In the middle of my thoughts
[00:17.78] Taken far from my safety
[00:19.05] The picture's there
[00:20.52] The memory won't escape me
[00:22.53] We're stuck in a place so dark
[00:24.05] You can hardly see
[00:25.27] The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
[00:27.80] And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
[00:30.27] I block out the sight and the powers that be
[00:32.54] And duck away into the darkness
[00:34.27] Times up
[00:35.54] I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
[00:40.52] And the eyes ease open
[00:41.52] And it's dark again
[00:43.27] From the top to the bottom
[00:44.28] Bottom to top I stop
[00:45.79] At the core I've forgotten
[00:46.79] In the middle of my thoughts
[00:48.05] Taken far from my safety
[00:49.26] The picture's there
[00:50.53] The memory won't escape me
[00:51.78] But why should I care?
[00:54.52] In the memory you'll find me
[00:59.03] Eyes burning up
[01:03.77] The darkness holding me tightly
[01:08.76] Until the sun rises up
[01:18.01] Listen to the sound
[01:19.05] Dizzy from the ups and downs
[01:20.77] I'm nauseated by the polluted rot that's all around
[01:23.30] Watching the wheels of cars that pass
[01:24.78] I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts
[01:28.79] A window grows, captures the eye
[01:30.54] And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by
[01:33.28] And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
[01:36.02] Inside a building of rock with antennas on top, now
[01:38.79] Nothing can stop in this land of the pain
[01:40.80] The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game
[01:43.28] And while the insides change
[01:44.54] The box stays the same and the figure inside could bear anybody's name
[01:48.52] The memories I keep are from a time like then
[01:51.03] I put on my paper so I could come back to them
[01:53.55] Someday I'm hoping to close my eyes and pretend
[01:56.25] That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again
[01:58.30] Yo, from the top to the bottom
[02:00.04] Bottom to top I stop
[02:01.30] At the core I've forgotten
[02:02.53] In the middle of my thoughts
[02:03.79] Taken far from my safety
[02:05.28] The picture's there
[02:06.52] The memory won't escape me
[02:08.53] I'm here at this podium talking
[02:09.77] The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
[02:13.79] What's happening?
[02:14.04] City governments are eternally napping
[02:16.52] Trapped in greedy covenants
[02:17.80] Causing urban collapse
[02:18.78] And bullets that scar souls with dark holes
[02:20.78] Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for real
[02:23.30] This society's deprivation depends not on our differences but the separation within
[02:29.03] No preparation is made
[02:30.54] Limited aid, minimum wage
[02:32.52] Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid
[02:34.76] Tragedy within a parade
[02:36.27] The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague
[02:38.52] I'm the forgotten
[02:39.03] In the memory you'll find me
[02:44.29] Eyes burning up
[02:49.78] The darkness holding me tightly
[02:55.27] Until the sun rises up
