Valley of the Crows - Task Force, Secondson

I’m the highland pilgrim

Born in the shadows of the buildings

Walk through the depths of the buildings

Dragged through the valleys of the crows by a victim

Back to the belly of the best for a whippin'

Left side chained to an angelic vision

Right side chained to Beelzebub’s sibling’s

One foot in heaven, the other Hell’s Kitchen

Split down the middle by a fatal decision

Freedom’s a prison

I’m living like a convict

I run through the cities and hide in the forests

I still feel the same old pain of being punished

I live for today like tomorrow ain’t comin'

War child orphans

Playing in the ashes

Street child oprhans

Played by the lashes

Spectrum to spectrum we scramble unguided

Tangled in rumours, religion and science

Hanging from the pendulum, waiting for the dealth belt

Suffocating sentemens struggling to exhale

Juggling the odds, weigh it up on a world scale

Man must feel because we know God’s word fell

You know we can go deep in the woods

Walk through the depths of the streets

We still feel the same so we still feel the pain

The guilt and the shame

We drink 'til we drown and we still feel the same

It’s the same old hustle

Work and routine

From the valley of the crows to the belly of the beast

It’s the same old hustle

Work and routine

From the valley of the crows to the belly of the beast

I was born under the stars and hard times a ruffion

With a dirty face and crime on his little mind

I wrote broke and back

I’m like Charlie Bucket

I had a golden ticket and I went and lost it

This ain’t a fairy tell

It’s just the way it happened

Dark shadows and dungeon environments

I feel like Hell’s baby

Because all around me suffers

Collapse in alleyways

Crossfire and bent coppers

Asylum more it brings dark like Mordor

Listen to the wind, the world’s about to end

My mindstate’s grey, overdosing on pathements

I live the estate life, I wondered what life meant

A world path of the ancient’s blood

From concrete to mud, pure pain lost to love bites

And all night I’ll be watchin' as the zombies fight

Killin' one another, for that white rock

No shock, no horror, just the shit we live in

I’m feelin' like a prisoner and London is my prison

No shock, no horror, just the shit we live in

I’m feelin' like a prisoner and London is my prison

You know we can go deep in the woods

Walk through the depths of the streets

We still feel the same so we still feel the pain

The guilt and the shame

We drink 'til we drown and we still feel the same

It’s the same old hustle

Work and routine

From the valley of the crows to the belly of the beast

It’s the same old hustle

Work and routine

From the valley of the crows to the belly of the beast