Sloman

Broken toys, broken hopes
Broken voice, broken homes

Broken laws, broken doors
Broken jaws, broken bones

City life dictates the rules
It forms life values of the fools
Cold knives again in breaking news,
Concrete beehives are modern tombs

In skengs dem trust, in rusty ones,
Dem need no words, but only guns
Cradle of lust for loads of lads
These nasty holes are full of rats

All pussycats have their price
Some cost a grand
Some are cheap sluts

Your head is flooded with silly tunes, soundtrack of days is Monday blues
This planet’s filled with greedy goons,
Dem have no clue, but got big tools

Dem start a chase, nothing to lose
You’re black and blue then you’re a corpse
Don’t call the cops, don’t bait the ends
Already know how all this ends

All your friends turn into foes, some of dem turn into ghosts

Billboards command to make a choice, dem put on silent your inner voice
Don’t lose the plot, collect your thoughts, untie the rope, loosen the knot
You pray the lord, you’re never heard, you say a word you are ignored
You draw a sword, your eyes are blurred, you stroke a chord, you broke the code

Улица учит со дна
Но наполовину полон каждый стакан
Тебе жизнь дана одна
Так просто подняться после того как упал
Нам нужны крылья
Нам нужен ветер в лицо для высоты
И я герои одного фильма
Бредущие к оазису среди пустынь
Сломаны но не сломлены
Снова мир после слов войны
Ствол дымит все упали ниц
Но мы на доске ждем новой волны даже если это Cтикс
Даже на берегах Cтикса
Мы продолжаем биться
В пригороде вымершего Китса
Поломник не терял надежду и ты не теряй

Subway’s a thing that people eat, subway’s a place where people live
Subway’s a thing that people love, subway’s a place what people hate

Dem losing faith, dem feeling pain, dem blaming fate, dem gone insane
A string of days makes mandem pay then raise the stakes and play the game

Play time is over, put aside the controller, man up like a soldier, no other options

You keep spinning the hamster wheel, you stop to eat and have a sleep
You keep living against your will, you have no dreams, you see no dreams
You keep breathing, but feeling ill, you’re standing still, you know the drill
You keep screaming but no one hears, as cold as steel, you’ve blanched with fear

A heavy smog above the roads, trains moving faster than your train of thought
The thickest fog in minds of goats, dem always do what they are told

My only weapon is my word, my bars a herd, already heard, my pen a skeng, my tongue a snake, you can’t escape, you must possess your own ones in order to protect your inner world

Broken terms, broken norms
Broken words, broken world

Broken walls, broken bricks
Broken shells, broken dreams