Texty: Human Remain. Chalk Marks.

(Ahhh... tales of urban despair and unemployment on the fringe)
[verse 1]
The gun lies on the street But it's too late
There's no one near 'Cause they're hiding behind their fears
In the crouched position, I make my stand The trigger melts with my hand
And it's no longer a part of me That's why I do not flee
The madmen in the high courts they don't understand About living for money
How it breeds plenty of time to kill People want more than just the
An iron cross held way up high can be seen throughout the lands in our mind
The grip of power holds you close, you feel the pressure mount
So isolate your energies and make each second count in your life, in your life

You know its gonna be tonight
[chorus]
[bridge]
The letter drops, and it falls right down the crack
Down, down it's never coming back
The letter drops, it falls right down the crack
And down, down it's never coming back