disenchanted
to Brooklyn I'm homebound
a trap to the East
marking miles of martyrs
of better men, of better men than me
and I wanted to tell you, I just didn't know how
Genuine, and unprepared
If you, you see something then you, should say something
if you, you see something then you, should say something
Something awful itches in these walls
I found a subtle genius in that white hot hatred of yours