LYCANTHROPIC

[hook - sample]
Our lives have turned sad
The harvest again was bad
And it's growing worse
hungry children cry

[Rude's verse]
my heart is torn, my word is born, but people never listen
all i wanna do is drink, smoke, fuck, and die tripping
but something missing, is it me or is it you
is it misdemeanor hate, is something coming unglued
is it finally coming true, the dreams i dreamt up so long ago
or am i just a puppet in this never ending show
well i don't know, when will i ever figure it out
head on with suicide, i'm getting closer with every doubt
i'm fending to shout, i'm pouting a lot and i'm pissed off
all these fake friends and girls really got me criss crossed
but evan's dead, it's only rude, i'm going tick tock
down to ride, i'm fucking high, listen up my shit rocks
the spider spins, trends into bad weekends
nothing ever helps, but here's pen and pad to bleed with
i'm blacking out again, why do i always sin
mainly cause i suck, and i'm a loser and i'll never win

[hook - sample]
Our lives have turned sad
The harvest again was bad
And it's growing worse
hungry children cry
They pray to a new god
while their people die
But fortune does not grow from a lie

[Keenote's verse]
I fear to feast where I sleep. Lucid dreams with a midnight treat.
These monsters that I see are all too routine, as are the weeps bleeding and screams.
I don't think you could put a finger on it, considering my fist is like a furry flesh comet.
Comment on my decency? Problem isn't me, it's what you see in me. Frolic freely. We were destined to come clean.
What was seen after I was gone? I had a morning well spent sorting corpses on your lawn.
Kick me? Kick me out? Try me. Run the route. Risk the doubt. Finally. You're my life source, so get lively. That's an order; no requests to like me.
I keep a tally by my bed nightly of what I ate in my sleep and what's laying right beside me.

[hook - sample]
Our lives have turned sad
The harvest again was bad
And it's growing worse
hungry children cry
They pray to a new god
while their people die
But fortune does not grow from a lie

[Skeleton Kode's verse]
spring equinox, awaken by the night fall
chain around my neck as i add to these gouged walls
self assessment, wrestles, vicious jaw of a weapon stepping to my den and bed with the crew marks and shredded denim
not a fucking rookie, dancing with some road ware
protect the packs, food, cash, try to take it get tared, get scared
judas rappers not safe here, keep on fucking with the family and i'll end your career
i lack division when i get animalistic, making primal decisions down to business, and put a net around you little fishes
making moves like the water do, textbook crushing crew like it was Waterloo
a safe haven just for the likes of you, rise of a bad mood, blessed be the bad fool, crying at the sinking moon, trying for a scrap of two, lying as the sun moves, dying in these pieces of you

[hook - sample]
Our lives have turned sad
The harvest again was bad
And it's growing worse
hungry children cry
They pray to a new god
while their people die
But fortune does not grow from a lie