Creature - Sore Eyes lyrics

Intro sample Creature: Blind fiend, last seen getting high Blaspheme, curse god spit at the sky Past scene, what a hell of a ride Flat screen, facts gleam in his eye Talk occupy, but walk when options die Fought for your rights what a optimist, bye Streets seem bleak at-least dimly lit Creeps, scream at freaks him be it Fall back, into a pattern of depression Cause that, to add to suggestions Of course doubt, but keep your two cents From the horses mouth, glue to cement Stuck in the mud , no help wheres the love? Won't budge, held fear like a grudge Despair oder beer next to confusion It look in the mirror, use it illusion A Sight for sore eyes It be that way Tonight your tour guide Will feel no pain --- Hook Creature: Murals, on the blood stained sidewalk Thorough, hear the pain when i talk Last stop, to nowhere choke on the cold air Laugh alot, and hope that the soul sparred Broke on the ave, wrote in note pad A nomad, feel he can float when he spazz Coltrane, love supreme played in the background The whole terrain, smothered his dreams he sat down Act proud, white angel followed a black cloud Life dangled, pride swallowed thru a crack smiled Tomorrows cheap, when you follow sheep You can borrow grief, full of sorrow weep Awoke, by the winter breeze no joke winners bleed No hope ,get dinner for those seeds Life we live it bright and vivid The price exquisite and the night is frigid HOOK A sight for Sore Eyes It be that way Tonight your tour guide Will feel no pain Vordul: In a kite flying society, watch when the thunder strikes While swimming in waters, only some will survive You can tell from the bites On land, rose melt from behind, under bikes, as we ghost ride living sublime Trying ta muster a line, getting thru troubling times Hard to be, consistent trying to remain focused with disciplined Some trying to get play, like throwing disc in the wind Inventions of visiting airwaves, like throwing discus Some will get to the point when the target is hit Be up, in the mixed sparring spliffs , wanting to sit After a lot of intake, hoping it doesn't bother a kid Then to get it bumping like mixtapes jumping in the whip Mixing to we back up in the crib, embedded settling blowing out The candles lit