You're Not Ready

Caught in a trap, no time to wait Where there once was love Now sick with hate Got a heart of stone, in an empty place Left running around a dream, without a pace So, maybe I'll find a better way To stitch it all up without a trace Pay me no mind, plan your escape There can't be a line when life's at stake As you look back, you'll notice that The more things change, the more they stayed the same You gotta fight for your life, like you live in a cage And you can never win a war with only one grenade It's not incredible, it's calculated It's not a law until it's demonstrated It's just an inconceivable approach to the last time You had life by the throat So take your lumps and shut the fuck up Rearrange the threads before you get stuck In a web of confusion and lies, by the skin of your teeth, or an eye for an eye A whole world blind gets left behind Underlined blurred lines will not define Make your mistakes, don't play it safe In a system where the rules were made to break Now, with the sun in my eyes, living in the city it's do or die And I love living in the city Freedom, a right, I think you have forgot Good thing they keep coming up with all these new brands Who is this sick fuck with those horns sitting here on my shoulder That was the first question he should have asked You know the dead will take their secrets to the grave right You gotta fight like you live in a cage Cause, you can't win a war with only one grenade It's not that simple, it's complicated Some goddamn laws are devastating This is just an inconceivable approach for the next time I got life by the throat So take your lumps and get the fuck up Tear through the threads, before you get stuck In this web of confusion and lies, by the skin of your teeth, or an eye for an eye Since I could never find a way to set things straight These underlined blurred lines will now define Make your mistakes don't play it safe In a system where the rules were made to bend and break Still here with the sun in my eyes, living in the city it's do or die You're not ready Slip through the chains - the sky's not always gray Inflictions - (death)... fuck that system Tradition - (hate)... fuck that system Oppression - (fear)... fuck that system