Psycho Realm - Order Through Chaos Lyrics
The simplest shit aint plain to seeChaos floods the life on these streetsTook a wrong turn on burned concreteAnd now the enemy dies for freeReal young guns are kept firingAnd the clowns that are holding it down are smilingWe kill our own and bring sirensAnd act out the ultimate plans of fightingChaos serves as smoke repeated hoax to screenWe lose control confused in the midst of staged scenesMedia invented unrelented reports presentedOften enough to make us think our worlds tormentedSentenced by the momentous news of feuds we side and chooseUse weapons and step in the trap we losePick up wars designed to scar and kill oursAll because the broadcast flashed ghetto starsHow much television you watch you tube whores?Keep score and wake up or theyll do it some moreCrazy times and wild headlinesDocument the city routine with hard rhymesBlinded street teams clashAnd push our message across the news flashBaldheads are sick mindedAnd anyone who crosses the path is found deadThrough tv set nonsenseWe sit and fit as the face of violence(chorus)We roam the streets all lostAnd get caught up in a world of chaosSurvive or defeat concrete jungleEx-out the weak order out of wild streetsWe roam the streets all lostAnd get caught up in a world of chaosSurvive or defeat concrete jungleEx-out the weak order out of wild streetsThey keep order by making street corners gang bordersBeating down king and setting the theme for riot startersCop quarters cant maintain the disorderSo they call the national guard to come strike harderRolling deep headed for florence and normandy where all you seeBuilding on fire chaos on roman streetsHope is cheap sold by the local thief relief from the common griefServed on a platter shatter your smallest dreamsPig chiefs are referees on gladiator fieldsWere too busy dodging the sword truth stays unrevealedSealed all filled in the federal cabinetsClassified order through chaos for world inhabitantsCan you survive these real hard times?Wild confrontations of mine, well, alrightWe go to the streets at nightAnd fight in the sick-ass side show of mineWe play the government roleAnd straight up *****in? smoke the rivalWe plan you will fallAnd leave you wasted on arrivalChorus (x1)
