Break the Cycle

We can’t keep living the way that we’re living today
Screaming inside for a different way
The blood’s on my hands, me and you
I know the price 'cause I’ve been there too
I was offered the death, this is my reaction
Separate my thinking from this fatal attraction
Murder in the mirror 'cause I’m better off dead
Finger on the trigger and the truth against my head
(FEENGA ON DA TWIGGAAA, TWOOF AGENST MY HEEAD)
How come we look at the chains but we can’t put them down?
Throw them to the reaper as we’re watching him drown
Eyes fixed ahead, won’t sink any lower
Pressed down, stogether and boiling over
Break the cycle
Vape disciple
Tell me, if it’s not us, who will it be?
Repeat infinite number of times