A Broken Silence Closing The Door
VERSE 1
We gain benefits, from a nemesis, we brought that harder edge to the
penmanship, this is a renaissance, a genesis, see every breath brings you
pestilence, to ridicule and finish you, cause none of These threats are
subliminal, we not criminals but we sinners too and patience that’s left is
so minuscule. It's been a few and we let it slide but friendships are not
standing the test of time, can't hit rewind, so be set to find consequence
as we sever ties, to hold a grudge is a potent drug, a total buzz (so smoke
it up) cause motives was so corrupt, such phony f..cks gone and blown the
trust. So we closing up...
HOOK
(Cactus) You find pleasure in tearing down all that we burn for but I found
freedom in closing the door
(Torcha) Enough is enough, we're closing it up, we’re closing it up
VERSE 2
We're militant with diligence our innocence killed by the villainous, to
build again is real revenge, take your thirty peace’s of silver man.
Middleman with little scams that give your kicks like a river dance, we
killed your plans of milking bands, f..ck a deal now we deal with a million
fans. Our enterprise, re-energized, truth serum is piled in this pen of
mine, verify men from mice, from venomous smiles and pathetic lies. Like
Gemini’s with many sides , there energy spent where the pennies lye,
imbedding spines with machete knives, now for attempts we be very wise.
Identified.. They identified
HOOK
(Cactus) You find pleasure in tearing down all that we burn for but I found
freedom in closing the door
(Torcha) Enough is enough, we're closing it up, we’re closing it up
BRIDGE
Memories here be so bitter sweet, your taking our dreams to the guillotine
Memories here be so bitter sweet, your taking our dreams to the guillotine
Memories here be so bitter sweet, your taking our dreams to the guillotine
Memories here be so bitter sweet, your taking our dreams to the guillotine
Memories here be so bitter sweet, your taking our dreams to the guillotine
Memories here be so bitter sweet, your taking our dreams to the guillotine
HOOK
(Cactus) You find pleasure in tearing down all that we burn for but I found
freedom in closing the door
(Torcha) Enough is enough, we're closing it up, we’re closing it up, we’re
closing it up.
Enough is enough, we're closing it up, we’re closing it up, we’re closing
it up. Enough is enough, we're closing it up, we’re closing it up, we’re
closing it up.
