Stolen From View
Snuff
Stolen from view
Kicked to death shoved in a bin for all to see
For a postcode, a reputation
Taunt the mother at the dead kids funeral
Fuel on a dirty fire
The message got through
It’s gonna take a leap of faith to make this work
A different day
A different stain
A three way machete fight
Fuel on a dirty fire
And I stick my head above the clouds
Breathing deeply in and out
Looking down I’m not so proud of what I see
For a postcode, a reputation
Taunt the mother at the dead kids funeral
Fuel on a dirty fire
I stick my head abovе the clouds
Breathing deeply in and out
Looking down I’m not so proud of what I see