Knifeman - The Bronx

Written by：The Bronx

I wanna be original I wanna be surrounded by art

But everything is digital the formulas are fallin' apart

They riot in the streets because there's not enough money to share

Is the burden of fame just a universal cross we can't bare

But out here on the borderline you've got to hold it together

You've been deprived of dedication you've been condemned by your dreams

Is it as bad as it seems

And can you pull the hook from your mouth

Do you wanna feel the breeze before the air you breathe finally runs out

We're divided it seems

This is a diary of life in between

This is a obese and obscene it seems

This isn't music it's a pyramid scheme

Oh

And out here on the borderline you've gotta hold it together

You've been deprived of dedication you've been condemned by your dreams

And out here on the borderline it feels a lot like forever

You'll all be dead if this machine turns art into routine

Thieves have taken the crown melted it down

Kept an ear to the ground now they're praying for sound

And I don't know what's found

'Cause we used to be gifted and persistent

Now we're bored reminiscent

We used to laugh without misery spoon fed our desire

We've lost our fire

And now they won't remember our names

Our days are mixed in the crowd and our nights spent fanning the flames

But out here on the borderline you've gotta hold it together

You've been deprived of dedication you've been condemned by your dreams

But oh out here on the borderline it feels a lot like forever

You'll all be dead if this machine turns art into a routine

Dead and gone dead and gone

Thieves have taken the crown

Dead and gone dead and gone

And have melted it down

Dead and gone we're dead and gone

Thieves have taken the crown

Dead and gone we're dead and gone

And now they're praying for sound