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It strikes in the night, no fight, feel the fright
No lights, end in sight, any time, wrong or right
All right, the sand moves fast through the hourglass
The mineshaft is home, dirt bath, the hours past
At last we become shadows, the battles done
The blast shakes, the quake rattles, the gavel comes
With a slam, tears accumulate, rivers flow
The shivers cold, the end result, a withered skull
A bitter soul, scared to be alone, aren't we all?
sentiments shared, call it universal law
Yeah the universe is ours, 'till it's not
Gun shots, a box made of pine, decorated, one plot
Pull you under, one love, one body
Hear the thunder, no love and nobody
Will blink an eye, say goodbye, everyone still
Carries on with life 'till they die with a strong will
Hook 1
Strike at the enemy, fight with the energy
Of ten men, we begin to find our identity
Worms and centipedes, brain made of maggots
The baggage heavy, the savage deadly, the cliff is jagged
Fear is the enemy, an empty entity
It's riveting, hindering, give up life for divinity
No sympathy, the end strikes the god fearing too
Empathy does not exist, we are non caring fools
Verse 2
The sun sets in the west, feel regret for the mess
Some confess but the rest walk on through the cess
Pool deepens, two empty lungs, two shining beacons
Declining breathing, two lying deacons, the crying creeps in
Silently, face the skeleton in solitude
Violently, makes your skin crawl when he's calling you
Follow, the choice is null, the voices call
Answer, the noises fall down a darkened hall
The footsteps quicken, stricken with paralysis
Sickness of affliction, listen as the silence is
Growing, we run in place, never make it out
Knowing it will come and take, no escaping now
How, when, why are the questions, the lesson
Sets in, the reverend is festive, the quest ends
Chest shrinks, air escapes, feel the wind blow
Aftermath no laughing gas, fly out the window
Hook 2
Strike at the enemy, fight with the energy
Of ten men, we begin to find our identity
Worms and centipedes, brain made of maggots
The baggage heavy, the savage deadly, the cliff is jagged
Fear is the enemy, an empty entity
It's riveting, hindering, give up life for divinity
No sympathy, the end strikes the god fearing too
Empathy does not exist, we are non caring fools
credits
from Outlaws to the End,
released February 7, 2016
Written, Performed & Produced by HiddenRoad
Mastered by MatrixAudio
HRSUnderground, LLC 2016
Hardcore Hip-Hop / Rap over dope beats that go BANG.
For years, HiddenRoad & M-Acculate
scoured the underground to assemble TONS of gritty albums and songs featuring themselves and other like minded rappers and producers from around the world. Culminating with the 2022 release of Hidden Underground 4, one story has officially come to its end; and yet, a new book begins.....more
