Tekster:
Senses Fail Coming Up Short

you're struggling Don't throw down what you left What you're slowly dying And you're holding onto I'm just glad to see You're trying so hard But failing

of real thought She wandered to a room that before she'd never been And all at once the interest of her senses had been caught For no apparent reason

your badself) [King Tee] It's straight up madness everywhere I look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up

your badself) [King Tee] It's straight up madness everywhere I look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up

Blood leaked, it was deep how they mobbed Him Think thorns worn as a crown Here the Jews say, "Crucify Him pass it down" Hear the squeals as the steel comes

now hanging ourselves There's no excuse no more, gotta come together Gotta get shit right, shit is too fucked up It's been fucked up for a long time man

I start slayin' crews everybody's payin' dues I prevail never fail or fall even as a underdog I were wonders y'all Step up and get with it You try to

badself) [King Tee] It's straight up madness everywhere I look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up