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Pain Adaptation

from City Of Smoke by Phantom Balance

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lyrics

Frank Villon-

I was walkin down the street, and felt surrounded by evil
I turned around and noticed I was being followed by four different people
Four people turned to four hundred
Four hundred turned to four million
Four million turned to four billion
I jumped in the crowd and blendid in like a chameleon
There I was, I was trapped
There was going in, but there was no comin back
I had to be like an animal, to survive, I had to adapt
Ha, so go ahead, light up the torches
Grab the nails, grab the boards, build the fortress
Grab the guns, yep, grab the pocket knifes
Me and four billion other people gonna rock tonight

PAIN
Its what you smokin, its what you addicted to, its what controls your
BRAIN
It’s the sex it’s the dugs its the violence its killin its like
COCAINE
Sometimes you gotta get loud and jump in the crowd just to feel
SANE
We say fuck the sun, go head bring the
Rain

It’s the things that test ya,
it’s the prescription pills in ya moms dressa
It’s the catholic priest gone molesta
it’s the rest of evil demons that catch ya
it’s the runaways and juveniles bookin
it’s the cops, shootin without lookin
these are things you’ll have to get used to
they tell you to freeze, you freeze, but they still shoot ya

PAIN
Its what you smokin, its what you addicted to, its what controls your
BRAIN
It’s the sex it’s the dugs its the violence its killin its in the
VEINS
Of the nice guy finishin last just waitin to attack to feel
SANE
It’s a little truth stuck in a lie, it’s the things you regret sucking you Dry

Ezrah Ounce-

A billion pick pockets, the jailers look but
This thief he cannot be caught
A malfunction of the prophets, No matter how hard you try
it cannot be turned off
there was no pity, the troops got gritty, said to get that theif
they’d turn this city into dust
they want it gone, they say they want it dead, but instead go ahead now
just just turn this up
an ant hole built into a castle full of ammo this is supernatural
watch it rush
they are comin gonna convert us into nothin cause this is something
they could never touch
not the first ones to come try and hurt us, this army of squirt guns
gonna make those buildings rust
got handed a dismal blastin but managed to sit back and
watch those cannons bust
it leveled homes never know how it got me but ill never fold these metal bones
cannot be crushed
and most lied in an attempt to be sly
a ghost inside this systems trust

A mass of shadows, separatist piano play
Lord of the curb side king of the alleyway
Was born on streets gun fights as the back drop
Sons of the concrete, daughters of the black top
Fucked up the brain mutilated, I cant stop
The altitude grasped it tried to to make the lungs pop
Moved had to dance amongst cascading gun shots
Waltzed up with a million thieves, to watch the sun drop

Frank Villon-

Were going to war, there armies enforced with cops
We’ve got busted bottles, broken boards and rocks
They say they fight for freedom, I guess we fight for less
So you can give me life, or you can give me…

Ezrah Ounce-

Violent digital, focus the frequency
A problem with the analog, a clog in the machinery
We used to be at rest yes, we used to be at peace
Before we knew the difference from what it is, and what it seems to be
See the screen rolls with numbers that fade and switch
A fast set of calculation that’s amazing and quick
Its conduct makes the product they create and then pitch
You are a statistic, another person way to get rich

You are whats analyzed,
you are a corporations battle lines
In fact you are categorized
By your race and religion and what you taste in that chicken
What you hate that is different, the myspace pages you clicken
It’s the mission to know what makes you tick
What makes you feel good, what makes you sick
What makes you smart, what makes you wanna fight back
They gotta stop it before it starts, cause they don’t like that

(Written by Erick blue, and Alex Blue, All rights reserved)

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from City Of Smoke, released January 14, 2010
produced by blunted sultan

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