Mowgli - Backs To The Bricks lyrics

Everyday drifting Linking hours like flower chains All the same games and the deep thinking Street siblings with tainted views Heart aches, smoke away brains to lose stomach pains so they keep lifting But feds get statistics to meet so they keep on shifting youths Say stressed still necking the booze No inspiration, same old samples on endless loops Age old patterns played out, save face lost talent K-holes getting battered Everybody with a point to prove, point to your problems Options lost in the plastic fumes Last chances, come today gone tomorrow like bargains pa**ing hands Heartless, bra** bands playing coke-can blues in their coke-can flats Prang cats and their mood swings Seek direct help with drawn out faces Pa** back their belts and their shoes strings, losing patience Watching mistakes like outtakes Dead weights falling caught short like haymakers In this hospital without walls, outpatients wander, concrete corridors empty Dreading facing facts, mental fragments Back to the bricks where reality stings Numb voices Brain-dead k**ing time till their d**h beds Feel like kings when they're living in debt No short straws listen as the walls talk back Singing anthems for warped minds Simplified like techstep The ready-eye pounce on movements Where we act on impulse Caught up on cause and effect like roadk** caught in the headlights Self-made scapegoats puppets on strings in stage shows Poker faces like ghosts in the dead night Debit cards cutting like bread knives Hydrochloride eyes watch me still vacant Stereotypes and chalk outlines Still dreaming a life but still alive shaking Waiting for a last drag of d**h's breath that will leave them Quickly satisfied like punchlines and cheap skets A generation born dreading what's next Pa**ing time like flies in this wasp nest Lost in hindsight, lives out of context Parasites scavenge off themselves like bitter sweet Cycles of d**h digging graves in this field of dreams Complex patterns of deceit, deadbeats and throwbacks Car crash in slow motion Photo-real characters leap out of screens like IMAX Extras in deleted scenes and lost meanings in Minds of pavement dreamer's lives repeating like time lapse All foreplay with no climax It's all highs and lows, hit the come down Black and white slideshows in a technicolour time span Angels in plain clothes run down It's powdered noses and no hopers Jokers that focus on front now proudly stand Faithless clone soldiers in armies of dead faces