Weapons VI - Son Lux, Alias

Put down all your weapons

Let me in through your open wounds

Put down all your weapons

Let let let let me in through your open wounds

Put down all your weapons (all your weapons)

Let me in through your open wounds

Put down all your weapons (all your weapons)

Let me in through your open wounds

Alias:

You got the coal and the ash in your hands

Fire in your heart but no master plan

Burn through your bridges, everybody ran

Destroy friendships like nobody can

Turn off the faucet, you try to force it

Stumble to save it, but then you lost it

Own first weapon, everybody’s steppin'

Get far away, but «Who you reppin'?»

Sadly it’s us, but when you bust

Sounds recycled, stop being rushed

Kick it with it, don’t want to kick it with

if you know more, google it or wik it

Dead on description, my prescription

Quit cold turkey, my affliction

Flaming, sinking over and over

Break the chains of constant friction

Waving goodbye, take off and fly

Another friendship is going to die

Add it to the pile, it won’t be the last

Stir up that, unless you break your cast

Never your fault, always theirs

List of complaints, nobody cares

Washing my hands truth be damned

Keep this wish, you’ll sing to the sand

Run the course, what’s the source

of inspiration cause you sound forced

Open wound closed, double band-aid

On my toes now, with my plans made

Connections cut, gates are shut

Done with this, no if’s and’s or but’s

Do me a favor, save the ground

Shut your mouth, or put your weapons down.

Put down all your weapons (all your weapons)

Let me in through your open wounds

(quiet)

Put down all your weapons (all your weapons)

Let me in through your open wounds (open wounds… open wounds… open wounds…

open wounds)