All my friends are heathens pain is all they know
Jumping at the slightest movement
Dealing with physical more emotional kinda of
abuse
Room full of have nots slowly watching their soul rot
Wearing a mask with two faces trustworthy it's hard to tell
Demons crawling out of the dark tryin take over us
raining and grey clouds is a must
Nothing but havoc till we return to dust
New Breeds don't mix with us army of hate fixing
to blow
All my friends are barely breathing watch as hell slowly grows
Grips with reality on the edge begins to loosen
Trying to stay ahead of the head cases, crazies life is a big ol maze
Bad peers mixed with bad intentions begging for any kind of attention
All my friends are heathens you couldn't handle their kinda of abuse
Had to write to the song heathens
©droneking
©droneking
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