Primitive Reason - Slow Burner lyrics

It's true; between these walls is a crying room; and it's a dying room It's a crime. You stray in him I know; astray itching in this aisle room I know; souls in a prison is a violent use of our value rules You take the souls away. Rape riches in this vile tomb So I ask you. My mind draws a blank Sitting in this dark room where I can barely stand; I stare at the lines on my hands I wipe my dirty eyes; say: This is the game in the crying room and it's violent rules Consume your hate and feel the blue, come to feed from you It's creepy in here; my minds not clear Scared into tears, aware I fear: Something in here, something burns slow Oh, I can smell it, I can sense it I can hear the words in the air: final frontier, despair is here I don't know when and I don't know where; But I don't really care as long as I'm dead Dear Mama, I can't find the reason; the why in this prison And things I imagine; and things I envision It don't matter none now for life has just begun now No, they can't take my soul away As long as I hear these voices; close my eyes and voice them I only hurt not broken. Close my eyes and voice them My angels have spoken Strong will is my token. Close my eyes and voice them They take these faults away Many long years: water and bread. Weight in head Past is dead; contemplating What it said in my head: Degrading Turn my head, lay my head; stare out the window Look through the bars, listen to the wind blow Could I change what I chose, would I change how it goes? And change what I know? Why did I slave? Why did I rape? Why did I take? Why did I steal? Nothing in here is so real; just the loneliness Have no love. Have no blood. Have no faith. Have is hate. Have no reason. Prison Stop it now, block it. It's too fast. I'm stopping, I'm blocking. It's too mad I'm sad and it's shocking, and I'm glad I'm blocking the shocking Now I'm dead. I'm frozen instead, my nerves or my head are like frozen or dead ..And now I feel a great and overwhelming peace emerging from the chaos and confusion; And my emotions; those raving wild horses stand still at this very moment The chief looks up at me, and in his eyes I can read: There has always been the above and the fusion with the chosen; For they who chose change will undoubtedly receive it and embrace No longer do I feel it outside Close my eyes and voice them God's goodwill unspoken; my new birth was chosen Close my eyes and open I only hurt not broke it Sitting in this dark room I can barely stand I stare at the lies of my head; these were the ties of a man I know souls in a prison is a violent use of our value rules It's a crime you stray in him I know; astray itching in this aisle room I know….Freedom!