Psycho Choke lyrics : "Streetwise (Caramba)"
Post modern attitude straight from the gutters to the stage
For those still fighting with no cause, I guess that no one knows,
We're coming like a big crescendo
Forfeit the Texture of a soul, the essence of a though
We're growing like a teen libido
The reason only to be made, as I will soon repay
We're burning in our own inferno
I can't avoid what's wrong I can't decide what's right, to move
We're gathering the right momentum
Back from the dead, when I recall your name
Let the blind spot, devour the wicked
Like when I get wasted
Never mind if it's too late to wing it
Streetwise through the day
Inertia motivated youth, instead of politics our truth
We cut them like a knife through butter
Am I Self righteous all the time, I've got my own design
Still singing my blues from the gutter
Come play the suicidal game, god with a walking Frame
I've enough loss to recover
Come closer I won't mind, Come closer I wont bite
As I will reach for my revolver
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