Up shits creek (feat. Phanumb)

When the doors have closed And the soul has come to rest The feelings of life are gone When there is nothing left Because change comes for us all Night is alive and teeming with contrive Angles and perspectives played by hallow graves Tangles of electives made from who Jesus saves It's a race that you run with no space carried in a gun Just bullets with descriptions of wicked decisions Thought up by those in an eternal prison where the sun hasn't risen Careful incisions made for visions to be played This life is not tolerant for your aid It raids the only feelings left Gobbles them up and spits out a pay cheque Another soul lost and not kept in check Best recognize the agents and spies Angels don't roam where evil don't die They know better than to risk a feather for those caught up in the high It's a pacesetter instigating the whether of whose ally or sly In it for the pie or to be taken to the sky The man who carries the gun Is the one who comes out on top And the man who is underneath Is the one who fails in the end Because life is not what you make it But it's what you have done Followed, led by hollow tip Voices swallowed, pistol grip, what a trip Never let a joker on the road try to flip Sick, quick from the hip Angels fly Bloodshot red eyes look to the sky Jet lag lullaby Similar to pain that was felt when the doves cried Praying to the rain to escape when the love died What you running from? Put the pain away If you don't know save it for another day Future is the present and the present is the past And it goes by fast when you're stepping on the gas Moments don't last Legends never die Looking for the high with the tear from the eye when you find No one ever treated you kind Most of this road of life you been walking down blind