Masked Laughter (Nothing's Left) - Dälek

I spit cryptic, never a mystic, barely uplifting

I’ll outlive most my critics

Expect for self which leaves me livid

What’s yet unspoken gives hope to those who’ve lived it

I’ve shouldered burdens, still yearning

For that dawn I ain’t the cynic

Best these words get printed in disposable age we’re in

Darker days ahead with weight we laboring

Conviction never wavering

Meant each uttered word

Can only hope I get to spit these gutter proverbs

We kept it real when this whole world turned plastic

Y’all really thought you didn’t need this brown bastard?

Every cut on blood diamonds make facets

Refract a light upon the face of bad actors

I’m trying to help but y’all got this ass-backwards

Hard to smile with all the tears that mask laughter

Don’t my breath deserve respect?

With all this poison we ingest

Y’all keep saying its a test

What’s to win when nothing’s left?

Don’t my breath deserve respect?

With all this poison we ingest

Y’all keep saying its a test

What’s to win when nothing’s left?

Frustration fails to veil anger

Done with petty banter

Benign lies confused for truth

Tactics 'ready standard

Which the better odds:

Scratch off cards or wearing handcuffs?

Bankers left us bankrupt

Our future held for ransom

I don’t need a fucking anthem!

I need change!

Not that shit that jingles but them laws scribed to page

Y’all ever wonder why the fuck I’m enraged?

I ain’t trying to bring a son to this stage

I’m trying to breathe

I’m trying to breathe

I’m trying to breathe

I’m trying to breathe

I’m trying to breathe

I’m trying to breathe

Motherfuckers let us breathe

Don’t our breath deserve respect?

Wit all this poison we ingest

Y’all keep saying its a test

But what’s to win when nothing’s left?

Don’t our breath deserve respect?

Wit all this poison we ingest

Y’all keep saying its a test

But what’s to win when nothing’s left?

Terrorism, terrorism, terrorism, terrorism, terrorism…