dying breed
cunninlynguists
we the last of a dying breed
steady searching for my kind's like a dire need
everyday i'm watching liars eat and leech
sleep and listen to the friar teach
every blessing i receive i try and pay forward
running blind on this strange journey
i hope i'm still alive when they bring gurneys
in this world where friends are more attorney then bert or ernie
most robin hoods ain't got a merry man in sherwood
brothers was killing brothers in eden where we first stood
all my people on lock down
everybody here better stop now
nothing's gonna slow that clock down
should the good stroll off the atlas
let the soldiers of the soulless prevail in the madness
shit's real in the field when it's minimal rations
and all feel the hunger from the sum of the actions
robbing through blurred lines
the pinnacle's a pentacle
left stranded on the planet where the wicked survive
remove the hood like it was just a disguise
like it's just a surprise
the menace of what lives in a secular thrive
penance on what gives and is eaten alive
apocalypse approaches in the form of divide
too many bees in the trap
reacting to what's sweet with the sting out of mind
all my people on lock down
everybody here better stop now
nothing's gonna slow that clock down