Reals Lyrics & Chords By Pocus Whiteface

Well I'm stuck in the prison of this sound. You're stinking, a fly in the same crowd. There's no vision or past in the front ground, 'Cause we're swinging at death in a dust...read more

different views words failing time to clench fists now you're down down you feel guilty for, so damn guilty for face down down feeling guilty for so damn guilty for ...read more

come, take my hand don't halt, we're out for trouble take the stairs up to the rooftop down there lies the city we once built look at the streets they're cramped with dirt...read more