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Tunnel Rats - Broken Life
Chorus: As the tides turn, we carry our cross tossed in the
eye of the storm,
broken life.
Enter invisible splinter from the wood in the shape of a
loss for a gain, a
cross for a rain hood, covers head filled with answers of
anvil, wait while
worlds of questions is at a stand still, pockets full of
lint, not one red
cent for the misfit trendy… and severed existence, in reason
blimps through
the only absolute known as Christ, I bear my cross in hopes
to lead a broken
life, doin’ exhibitions with the electric emissions with the
future tense past
due, payment is driven down a street that’s narrow one way,
with the light at
the corner odd way, while the cross street is Broadway,
troubled by the many
for the penny but coins can procure a way out in the dead in
rolls, see the
signal, it’s red for stop and ponder, the lamb’s blood shed
engraved to sop
the head, thus my desires to light a fire in the night to be
chosen as a
shining token of the broken life.
Chorus
Redbonz- my eyes are open, starin’ at the ceiling, should be
sleepin’ but my
mind wanders and ponders about my life that’s broken, fall
aground penetrated
by the greatest being demonstrated by his death, which gave
me life, sight
enlighted by the essence of bright, so I’m going to dwell in
his presence with
a peaceful sleep tonight, as the sun rises to another day
smothering my pride
deep into the bottomless pit of hate, innovation and
creation always consumed
my thoughts, even though that all I have has already been
bought, with a price
without manipulation, dispurity as a patient to the most
high, on the cross he
spilled the holy red cells that penetrates myself without
the wealth, you know
I don’t need it, I stand as a broken man alone on the crest
of originalities
soon coming to no one but Emmanuel, and he will hand you all
the manual of
life, so I persevere with no fear in the eye of the storm,
broken life.
Chorus
Ajax- disposition slain, style obscure a barren errant when
perceived, my
persecution is inherent hear a disarray appearance
slip-shot, hip-hop… on to…
on the dodge, heretics manifest the gift, a mirage of
sabotage on a tangent,
oddball, poet drama trangent, transmit the misfit image
envelope push on the
scope of broken life peace do cease, never lost in the out
land foundations,
hard times, bad luck, stuck in quicksand, rising, dying,
eyeing property
peculiar motivations sense, monetary loss with no thought of
recompense, chalk
outlines surround my pockets, proceed cautious and
courageous, symptoms of the
broken are contagious, age is no factor, bin of factors of
disaster is what we
have to be, the afterlife forever in our destiny.