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Killing Time Pt 2

from Stage Invasion by Babyhead

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lyrics

I’m at work trying not go berserk
Take a deep breath and focus on the screen
I start to drift in between awake and asleep
The alpha state a dark day dream
I’m a Ghost in the machine
A Post-apocalyptic scene
A Nightmare where I leave for the office armed to the teeth beneath my trench coat
Unseen I’m packing a buck knife
A sniper rifle with an infra red beam
Its in the a.m. as I walk the city streets
You can feel the people buckle under the sticky city heat
Hear the hiss and steam of the mans machinery working
There’s a pressure in the air
Wet electric hurt
In my head I’m Armageddon
Stopping strangers to tell em the there already dead and there’s no heaven
So be in bed by eleven and take what your given and call it living Pray that your forgiven keep singing
I’m standing on the pavement looking at the building that I’ve attended daily for 14 years maybe
More through the back door from a side street
Side stepping these security guards they never liked me invisible I’m waiting for the lift
The same people every day they don’t even know my name But all of that’s about to change I look around me
I’m surrounded by worker ants and robots
This guy by my side has noticed something aint right
I need to defecate and my collars too tight
I catch these sideways eyes I volunteer a toffee smile The lift arrives I drift inside
I shift my weight from side to side
In my left hand I clutch a photo of my wife In my right I clutch my favourite knife
and
I
Giggle
The elevator stops at the fourteenth floor
I feel my heart beating fast as the soft metal doors slide open I survey the office floor for a moment
I see a life stolen
I see my atonement
Don’t know How many times I've told em
But no-one ever listens now its me that is holding
destiny in my hands and this silence is golden
The silence is broken
The violence is rollin'
Rolling smoke bomb down the isle
The choking, the cries
The smoke in the eyes
The red dot between the eyes of the office hot shots Cock the hammer back
Just to hear em scream
Hammer ring
I’m just venting my spleen
Head shot flesh wound
Head shot flesh wound
Now its quiet
I kiss the photo of my wife then put it up on the shelf
Sit in the bosses chair and turn the gun on myself
Wake up breath hard at work think fast
Thank my lucky stars that we're living where we are I got as much or more as the next man at the bar Could've been born a Brazilian street kid
Street value three quid undernourished soul depleted Sold like cattle in the street into the darkest industry These are real lives I realise life’s cheap
Cheaper than the sneakers that I wear on my feet Fixed up in a Mexican sweat shop
High tops or Reeboks by grand ma and she not long for this earth
She got six mouths to feed each box
Cost 90 buck a box in your local high street shops
That’s twice what she got last month as we watch
The Ronald McDonalds of hip hop rapper gods flashing rocks Check the paradox
There’s kids buying the myth of get rich or die trying
and there’s kids in below ground diamond mines dying
Digging though dirt for diamonds and gold
and the precious stones for our mobile phones
My man Ndagwe in Zimbabwe walks ten miles each day just to find there’s no work and walk back the same way
Half of the world lives on a dollar a day
and I'm complaining that I cant make a fiver stretch to
pay for sandwich and can of pop in my lunch break
Which by the way is over now
So watch the clock and hope some how
I make it though to the end of the day
I gaze out the window and I drift away and I pray

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from Stage Invasion, released April 1, 2016

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