What's this thing you put on me?
It's so tight, I can only breathe
It's gonna drain my veins
See the old-head clan
It was the way
We're all the same
The police won't help you, they're gonna wait
We'll take the guns and prove that we're the same
Reflections on the wall
They're dryer in the sand
Running through my hands
Buried in shallow graves
Your breath I lay to waste
Memories in the past
I don't know if they'll last (they'll last)
The police won't help you, they're gonna wait
We'll take the guns and prove that we're the same
Reflections on the wall
I'll stand here without a hand
You know it's over
Tell me the truth
But is this war done to you?
Pat itself, call my home
