NIGHT OF THE RAMPAGE ft. AverageJoe Lyrics

City flashing breaking backs I'm off his pill again

Dizzy crashes stop his actions breathing in his sins

Wash his hands off dust the blazer with his swollen arms

Crippled boy fancy body burns a crumbled pulp

Fractured mind, joints bones corpse slumped in still

Shattered hindsight sell his skills to to kill achilles heel

He opens doors for the people who opens doors

Put the people who opens doors

Be the pills who would run his course

Child enveloped him deeper this city's smoke and smog

Pushing out his lungs left him wheezing up on his other side

Concrete cancer sprout it's roots attack his nervous system

Watch it's cells sell its self his only homegrown righteous wisdom

It's all a myth the pills be saying take us with you

Crippled boy crippled boy oh how you don't know what's within

You don't need saving

You don't need shit

Lambs to the slaughter the profit of pillaged lives

Light up be the followed path for bullets lit this night

Belly of the carcass he's coughing his own truth

Holding out his new weapon designed to haunt you

I've been building bridges just to fucking burn em down

Let em drown imma come back around swinging

Little things start the kitty might pounce

Mispronounce the name and you're straight in the grey book

Looking like you don't know what to do next break

Next rip checks civil unrest is the preset

Popping pills when you're upset on the sesh

Going west till you're exxed still thinking next I'm

Influenced by the influenza

Staying inside wake me up when September ends

Little bit of green everyday the same trends

Got your friends telling you "You should just switch genre"

Too much drama you're a goner if you wanna stop

Smoke some pot draw some rot and just carry on

Off you trot go to god or just get a job

Do what you want have fun I couldn't give a fuck

Lambs to the slaughter the profit of pillaged lives

Light up be the followed path for bullets lit this night

Belly of the carcass he's coughing his own truth

Holding out his new weapon designed to haunt you

Lambs to the slaughter the profit of pillaged lives

Light up be the followed path for bullets lit this night

Belly of the carcass he's coughing his own truth

Holding out his new weapon designed to haunt you