Chester P - The PAST lyrics

Down through the ages the prophets have forewarned us, that in one day thousands of years of accomplishments could be wiped away by the destructive hand of power. Now that day has come, all communication with the outside world has stopped, just 15 hours after the first nuclear bomb fell on Formosa. The whole world has been silenced, annihilated by nuclear bombs. Three billion people murdered by a thousand nuclear bombs and the lethal fallout. Maybe there's no one left to hеar my voice. No living human being to record thе end of the world. Now this is Ted Johnson for KBGE radio {Hook} For all the lowlife people who struggle to make change And street life people with nuttin' to take aim People in the shadowy corners of dirty cell blocks Take another step to the chambers of no pain {Verse 1} A dark soldier, my lifestyles a foul odour King cobra, life from the third boulder Life timer, screaming at these sideliners The mind state is steinsgate up in the pipeline I write rhymes delivered as light for night riders Third eye's blinded my worlds like its Nosferatu's Lost descendant from the holy mountains Hold the only thing amounting to hope as your soul departed I'm the thick blankets of grey clouds in the sky frantic Bloodthirsty, arenas for the unworthy Sun worship, children with their guns bursting The airs dirty, the atmosphere is unworldly Sat cursing looking parro like the gods heard me Wings burning, relentless you can't curb me No returning outer limits full of human vermin No redemption, our legacy is bad intention Dead religion, waiting for some intervention No instructions, sentenced in a world rebelling Deadly henchmen, killing any glory yelling A new dimension of apocalyptic storytelling {Bridge} Yo ho ho and a bottle full of rum For everybody feeling like tomorrow won't come The sky's blood red and the clouds are all grey For everybody tryna wish their troubles away It goes one for the money, two for the crime Three for the victims of nuttin' but hard times The sky's blood red and the clouds are all grey For everybody tryna wish their troubles away {Hook} For all my lowlife people who struggle to make change And street life people with nuttin' to take aim People in the shadowy corners of dirty cell blocks Take another step to the chambers of no pain {Verse 2} The last standing, the last word of a masked bandit Left stranded in a city filled with hard targets Bombs falling, they whistled through the cold morning Old warnings for a new ward is now dawning The streets heartless, shadows in our minds darkness High rises looking suttin' like a giants carcass Police assassins, bodies where the lights are flashing No escaping, this world's taken 40 lashes Bloody pavements, murder is our entertainment No retainers, death is now the next sedation Disembodied, the faithless and the extradited Take positions in the grave provided The four riders, androids and killer virus The webs wireless, tomorrows like a desert full of wild hyenas Politicians and the churchmen of a new Gomorrah No tomorrow, just some borrowed time for inhalation Situations, crawling through the ventilation No instructions, sentenced in a world rebelling Deadly henchmen, killing any glory yelling A new dimension of apocalyptic storytelling {Bridge} Yo ho ho and a bottle full of rum For everybody feeling like tomorrow won't come The sky's blood red and the clouds are all grey For everybody tryna wish their troubles away It goes one for the money, two for the crime Three for the victims of nuttin' but hard times The sky's blood red and the clouds are all grey For everybody tryna wish their troubles away {Hook} All the lowlife people who struggle to make change And street life people with nuttin' to take aim People in the shadowy corners of dirty cell blocks Take another step to the chambers of no pain