Screaming Shackles

Led in by my own sin Big picture, undisclosed Sick man, Sick gun I walk the Ivory shores My hope, wagered and lost My sanity, died at no cost Screams lay in the slave ship Secluded in a place where none hear, none shout After woe, fate set in Once again, Led in by my own sin Sick man, Sick gun Hell’s kept in the X of the fist The king led the revolution Against all social institutions The habit of hate is hard to give away Until assassinations laced the restitution. Economic losses caressing my chin Suck in your life, this life to live Hate let me kill it all Still unjustified to them. So we are fed The pride of life Lust of the flesh Lust of the eye Through pixels Stencils are formed for life Producers run the prisons Not knowing the wage of sin Is paid when you die.