Come from a city
Where you taste the smog in the water...
My people drive blind miles
To its green borders
Every soul knows what you do
What you do round corner...
Packin' up, stepping aside
Or in their comfort we stay hypnotized
Now count your runaways
From a home despised
The echoes of my footsteps
In the ground
It's all I've found...
Delivered to a halt
Heads burn out see to the smoke...
See them drive by, sent to chase you
Tell me sister, how will you get through
The times are coming, everyone can see
That being a victim's all you learned...
To be...
Stop waiting on the crossroads
For gods to cuss...
But tell me brother, are the odds against us
This ain't living I can see
I choose to become
Deity...
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Come from a city
Where you taste the smog in the water...
My people drive blind miles
To its green borders
Every soul knows what you do
What you do round corner...
Packin' up, stepping aside
Or in their comfort we stay hypnotized
Now count your runaways
From a home despised
The echoes of my footsteps
In the ground
It's all I've found...
Delivered to a halt
Heads burn out see to the smoke...
See them drive by, sent to chase you
Tell me sister, how will you get through
The times are coming, everyone can see
That being a victim's all you learned...
To be...
Stop waiting on the crossroads
For gods to cuss...
But tell me brother, are the odds against us
This ain't living I can see
I choose to become
Deity...
Where you taste the smog in the water...
My people drive blind miles
To its green borders
Every soul knows what you do
What you do round corner...
Packin' up, stepping aside
Or in their comfort we stay hypnotized
Now count your runaways
From a home despised
The echoes of my footsteps
In the ground
It's all I've found...
Delivered to a halt
Heads burn out see to the smoke...
See them drive by, sent to chase you
Tell me sister, how will you get through
The times are coming, everyone can see
That being a victim's all you learned...
To be...
Stop waiting on the crossroads
For gods to cuss...
But tell me brother, are the odds against us
This ain't living I can see
I choose to become
Deity...
Writer: Bojana Pejanovic
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid