Up s***s 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