Song X

Only 21 with his whole life ahead of him
Thinking about the friends he had
Now that they're six feet under
Paying the price for a blunder
Can you feel his pain; it's crashing like thunder
But he rolls on, the gun by his side
The bullet in the chamber and the fear he can't hide
Another punk sucker steps into the focus
Making him disappear, with a little hocus-pocus

Just another punk sucker from the boulevard farm

Your mind is blind, but your eyes can see

My silence, bred violence as I sit here on the inside
Deceived, taking for granted all the air that I breathed
Names carved deep inside these time scarred walls
What's up boo? Step up; check in, you better start praying
Is it your time to fall?

Just another punk sucker from the boulevard farm

Your mind is blind, but your eyes can see