Ronnie K. Whitlock - For Whom the Bell Tolls lyrics

[Verse 1: Progress] For whom the bell tolls, a tale that's been told Generations, young and old, stolen and sold Places near and far, Earth on to Mars Leaves us bleeding from these scars, that reflect off these stars Unexplained, just a hoax, men hanging from these ropes All our hopes, down the drain, going up in blackened smoke Until we choke, they like to play on our words Simply what you heard was just a fraction of the curse It gets even worse as we go on Dangling from a ledge and we can't hold on Falling to our d**hs and screaming for revenge Land atop the rocks for a quiet gruesome end This is the tale of a darkened day Slipping from the night as the smoke begins to fade The flag still stands so d**h finally wins A centuries' war ceases to end [Hook: Progress] For whom the bell tolls One more night going up in smoke For whom the bell rings Listen very closely to the Sirens sing The clock strikes one A generation lost to a fallen sun The clock strikes two The bell tolls you [Verse 3: VoiceOfConflict] The Voice and Pro here to conflict your fears Demonstrating, penetrating, and inflicting tears Electrocuting you with an outlet called rap You waltzed into a trap by tapping this track Strikes two, tolls you, this Hell is too true The pain that rains and drains upon the chosen few Aware of all the deceit that hides in our lives But not quite scared enough to dive for the knives Some harness weakness into power as poets Some sell a smile pretty well and they know it Others find themselves screaming ‘no' through a rope A lost flower in the winter photosynthesizing hope We know we'll never be like Lamar or Mathers We're not superstars; it's not what we're after We're making memories that we can transfer into remedies Thanks for having me Pro, your bro, the VC [Verse 4: Progress] d**h is the sentence, bring the execution Fire lights the night with the sound of a movement Civil war in hell, can't be heard through the bells Cloaks of black, on the attack we rebel Sins departed, all broken hearted Sing to the song of the faith departed Livin' on a curse makes it worse 'cause the words Live on to just inverse every verse that we spurt Know the time and place to accept your mistakes The choices you make and the promises you break Live on through this song, don't be long, we'll go on In a world of regret where our rage grows strong Taste defeat like the sting of fresh meat The pain and suffering the free world brings So sing and rejoice in the land of untold For yours is the soul of whom the bell tolls [Hook x2] [Outro, Part I: VoiceOfConflict] We could talk for hours about symbolism through bells Taking experience from past loves and tales We're all meant to be victims of something At least that makes us more than nothing [Outro, Part II: Progress] In the desecration of devastation This is my enemies' consecrations A decoration for the story untold No more will the bell toll