ฟังเพลงFrgt/10

（from the top to the bottom/bottom to top i stop

At the core I’m forgotten, /in the middle of my thoughts

Taken far from my safety,/ the picture’s there

The memory won't escape me）

We’re stuck in place so dark

You could hardly see a manner of matter

That splits with the words I breathe and as the rain drips

Acidic questions around me I block out the

Sight of the powers that be duck away

Into the darkness, time’s up I wind up in

A rusted world with eyes shut so tight that

It blurs into the world of pretend and the eyes

Ease open, it’s dark again.

From the top to the bottom,/bottom to top I stop

At the core I’m forgotten, /in the middle of my thoughts

Taken far from my safety,/ the picture’s there

The memory won’t escape me,/why should I care

In the memory you’ll find me eyes burning up

The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up

Listen to the sounds dizzy from the ups and downs

And nauseated by the polluted rocks that’s all around

Watching the wheels of cars that pass I look past to the last

Of the light and the long shadows it casts a window grows

And captures the eye and cries out yellow light as it pass me by

And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box inside

A building of rocks with antennas on top now

Nothing can stop in this land of the pain the same lose

Not knowing they were part of the game and while the insides change

The box stays the same and the figure inside could bear anybody’s name

The memories I keep are from a time like then

I put on my paper so I could come back to them someday

I ‘m hopin to close my eyes and pretend that

This crumpled up paper can be perfect again

From the top to the bottom, bottom to top I stop

At the core I forgotten in the middle of my thoughts

Taken far from my safety, the pictures there

The memory won’t escape me,

I’m here at the podium taking

The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring （what’s happen）

City governments are eternally nappin trapped in greedy covenants

Causin urban collapsin

Bullets that scar souls, with dark holds

Get more than your car stole some hearts be blacker than chatcoal

（for real）this society’s deprivation depends not on our difference

But the separation within no preparation is made

Limited age, minimum wage, livin in a tenement cage

For innocent pay

Tragedy within a parade, the darkness over spread like permanent plague

I’m forgotten