Elemental Zazen - Bricks and Mortality lyrics

Verse 1: The past is far gone Stolen with charm, spinning a yarn Arms write upon innocent bystanders lie upon Die upon never differing right from wrong Night from dawn A firebomb from leviathan Feel the quiet calm and the violent storm Can't fight em all Paragon what you stare upon Leave em buried in the lawn while you mourn Clutching a sterile god and a sword End up in the morgue it's life's course This world of ours remains scarred See the future in stars Tear it into shards Torn apart, born without a heart From the start scorned Since you were formed forlorn Never warned Addicted to the d** and the p**n Verse 2: Another overworked underpaid Slave to the minimum wage Forced to pray for a way to escape the factory cage Betrayed by the same portrayed as Elitists here to lead us through the maze With a finger on the trigger and a hand on the blade We're taught to never stray from the path they create So we march in the parade from the cradle to the grave Cause a 9 to 5 is fatal when you're forced to obey A 9 to 5 is fatal when you're forced to relate To a lifestyle you'll never understand or taste Fed a spoonful of sugar in a roomful of hate Told to stay in your place and be content with an empty plate Revolution poetry How its supposed to be The fists pumping so you know its me See the clips dumping so close to me See the ghost of me Before the bullsh** has broken me Verse 3: I am the sky and the moon, the monsoon The platoon that marched for a year towards doom The oil tycoon that consumes at high noon The typhoon that moves from the womb to the tomb The smoke, the high, the cloaked disguise The open eye that stays blind when the hope divides I wrote this line to cope with why the locusts rise Frozen in oceans, toast the moment you've chosen to die The bullet straight to the chest till it collapsed The last breath, a torture victim wishing for a fast d**h Don't catch a bad rep blame it on a masked threat Zazen an a**a**in with a stacked deck f** a nasdaq cat Gimme the cash and debt Matter is fact shatter the past and pa** the meth Shadow the wrath ready to blast a marionette Bury the catch in the back strike a match and jet Or fall with love all of the above The flood the cuts the blood the lust the was The dust the mud the puff the drug The crutch the buzz Wonder why a motherf**er never could trust the fuzz