Frgt-10

[00:12.98] From the top to the bottom

[00:14.26] Bottom to top I stop

[00:15.47] At the core I've forgotten

[00:16.72] In the middle of my thoughts

[00:17.97] Taken far from my safety

[00:19.23] The picture's there

[00:20.74] The memory won't escape me

[00:22.73] We're stuck in a place so dark

[00:24.23] You can hardly see

[00:25.50] The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe

[00:28.00] And as the rain drips acidic questions around me

[00:30.46] I block out the sight and the powers that be

[00:32.95] And duck away into the darkness

[00:34.70] Times up

[00:35.76] I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend

[00:40.69] And the eyes ease open

[00:41.94] And it's dark again

[00:43.44] From the top to the bottom

[00:44.44] Bottom to top I stop

[00:45.98] At the core I've forgotten

[00:46.98] In the middle of my thoughts

[00:48.47] Taken far from my safety

[00:49.73] The picture's there

[00:50.96] The memory won't escape me

[00:52.20] But why should I care?

[00:54.47] In the memory you'll find me

[00:59.22] Eyes burning up

[01:04.22] The darkness holding me tightly

[01:08.72] Until the sun rises up

[01:18.24] Listen to the sound

[01:19.19] Dizzy from the ups and downs

[01:20.72] I'm nauseated by the polluted rot that's all around

[01:23.45] Watching the wheels of cars that pass

[01:25.18] I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts

[01:28.94] A window grows, captures the eye

[01:30.72] And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by

[01:33.47] And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box

[01:35.98] Inside a building of rock with antennas on top, now

[01:38.96] Nothing can stop in this land of the pain

[01:40.96] The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game

[01:43.46] And while the insides change

[01:44.98] The box stays the same and the figure inside could bear anybody's name

[01:48.72] The memories I keep are from a time like then

[01:51.45] I put on my paper so I could come back to them

[01:53.71] Someday I'm hoping to close my eyes and pretend

[01:56.22] That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again

[01:58.69] Yo, from the top to the bottom

[02:00.24] Bottom to top I stop

[02:01.45] At the core I've forgotten

[02:02.94] In the middle of my thoughts

[02:03.93] Taken far from my safety

[02:05.45] The picture's there

[02:06.69] The memory won't escape me

[02:08.21] I'm here at this podium talking

[02:09.92] The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring

[02:13.42] What's happening?

[02:14.46] City governments are eternally napping

[02:16.46] Trapped in greedy covenants

[02:17.71] Causing urban collapse

[02:18.95] And bullets that scar souls with dark holes

[02:21.20] Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for real

[02:24.71] This society's deprivation depends not on our differences but the separation within

[02:28.95] No preparation is made

[02:30.19] Limited aid, minimum wage

[02:31.44] Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid

[02:35.20] Tragedy within a parade

[02:36.71] The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague

[02:39.23] I'm the forgotten

[02:40.43] In the memory you'll find me

[02:44.71] Eyes burning up

[02:49.68] The darkness holding me tightly

[02:54.43] Until the sun rises upFrom the top to the bottom

[00:00.00] Bottom to top I stop

[00:00.00] At the core I've forgotten

[00:00.00] In the middle of my thoughts

[00:00.00] Taken far from my safety

[00:00.00] The picture's there

[00:00.00] The memory won't escape me

[00:00.00] We're stuck in a place so dark

[00:00.00] You can hardly see

[00:00.00] The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe

[00:00.00] And as the rain drips acidic questions around me

[00:00.00] I block out the sight and the powers that be

[00:00.00] And duck away into the darkness

[00:00.00] Times up

[00:00.00] I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend

[00:00.00] And the eyes ease open

[00:00.00] And it's dark again

[00:00.00] From the top to the bottom

[00:00.00] Bottom to top I stop

[00:00.00] At the core I've forgotten

[00:00.00] In the middle of my thoughts

[00:00.00] Taken far from my safety

[00:00.00] The picture's there

[00:00.00] The memory won't escape me

[00:00.00] But why should I care?

[00:00.00] In the memory you'll find me

[00:00.00] Eyes burning up

[00:00.00] The darkness holding me tightly

[00:00.00] Until the sun rises up

[00:00.00] Listen to the sound

[00:00.00] Dizzy from the ups and downs

[00:00.00] I'm nauseated by the polluted rot that's all around

[00:00.00] Watching the wheels of cars that pass

[00:00.00] I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts

[00:00.00] A window grows, captures the eye

[00:00.00] And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by

[00:00.00] And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box

[00:00.00] Inside a building of rock with antennas on top, now

[00:00.00] Nothing can stop in this land of the pain

[00:00.00] The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game

[00:00.00] And while the insides change

[00:00.00] The box stays the same and the figure inside could bear anybody's name

[00:00.00] The memories I keep are from a time like then

[00:00.00] I put on my paper so I could come back to them

[00:00.00] Someday I'm hoping to close my eyes and pretend

[00:00.00] That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again

[00:00.00] Yo, from the top to the bottom

[00:00.00] Bottom to top I stop

[00:00.00] At the core I've forgotten

[00:00.00] In the middle of my thoughts

[00:00.00] Taken far from my safety

[00:00.00] The picture's there

[00:00.00] The memory won't escape me

[00:00.00] I'm here at this podium talking

[00:00.00] The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring

[00:00.00] What's happening?

[00:00.00] City governments are eternally napping

[00:00.00] Trapped in greedy covenants

[00:00.00] Causing urban collapse

[00:00.00] And bullets that scar souls with dark holes

[00:00.00] Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for real

[00:00.00] This society's deprivation depends not on our differences but the separation within

[00:00.00] No preparation is made

[00:00.00] Limited aid, minimum wage

[00:00.00] Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid

[00:00.00] Tragedy within a parade

[00:00.00] The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague

[00:00.00] I'm the forgotten

[00:00.00] In the memory you'll find me

[00:00.00] Eyes burning up

[00:00.00] The darkness holding me tightly

[00:00.00] Until the sun rises up