The Crisis Theory

They sit blinded by the souls that need saving
Cus they drained out far to fast
As the drive by shootings outside the school gates
Paint miserable pictures of the past
I’m so busy worrying about the future
While the present refuses to last
But rejoice in the fact that we’re alive and awake
We’ll walk out of the fire, holding hands
They’ll sign off on your execution
And they’ll bless you when you are dead
Before they head back home to their mistresses
Tied firmly to the foot of their beds
But if we stay in their faces long enough
Oh we’re bound to bust into their heads
So rejoice in the fact that we’re alive and awake
And the fire will not take us again