Lyrics: Daan Claes/Owen Perry Weston/Fenne Gerets Music: Daan Claes Sleeping on the floor, a station bench Do you wanna be a player? Smell the concrete stench No guns to be seen, hold the knife you better clench Peel away the layers burning, hundred percent As the mass commute, and the feds pollute No one bats an eye better grab the loot Staring at the ground and the body will be found Who’s gonna take care of the sirens and the sounds? Paramedics, sweep away the filth and grease The one who’s been blamed, will never take the guilt you see Ecstatic, seeing cement machines

Wouldn’t wanna be seen by fiends, better cause no scenes Please get away from me, and fast, look out I’ve gotten sick and toxic in the past Leave me be, let me run through these streets There will never be a cure for the chaos bring the heat Take your seat, time to get locked and loaded This one’s for you in the back have you noticed?

Busy shooting up now your mind’s been eroded Dreams in the gutter, the streets they stay coded Faces of fiends, They ain’t sugarcoated This one’s for you in the back have you noticed? Please get away from me, and fast, look out I’ve gotten sick, and toxic in the past Leave me be, let me run through these streets There will never be a cure for the chaos, bring the heat Take your seat, get away from me, and fast, look out I’ve gotten sick, and toxic in the past Leave me be, let me run through these streets There will never be a cure for the chaos bring the heat

Aha aha, there’s souls in the cloud Aha aha, foot soles on the ground Eyes on the screen, deaf to the scream Empathy defect through bystander eﬀect Toes lacking shoes, wet socks on the concrete Hiding in substance, mask of a deadbeat Life’s train made fast, but what with those who can’t keep up Humanity lost yo, reduced to a paper cup In it some change, but not the change needed If you keep getting beat down wouldn’t you get defeated Bottle on empty, depleted baggies plenty No food for the soul, so food for the hole We drownin, they drownin, lifeguard’s are distracted We acted, contracted, wrong percentage impacted Thick of it, sick of it, no kickin it (CHANGE) Inflicted on the sick by the rich o’ them (PAIN)

Please get away from me, and fast, look out I’ve gotten sick, and toxic in the past Leave me be, let me run through these streets There will never be a cure for the chaos, bring the heat Take your seat please, get away from me and fast look out, I’ve gotten sick, and toxic in the past

Leave me be Leave me be You and me What you see You and me Leave me be Who is me What you see Hoo dee dee

I don’t **** with these heads Boutta let ‘em roll down these steps I have got no defense got no blood on my hands, got no one to impress I don’t **** with these freaks Boutta leave ‘em dead in the streets Boutta fill you up with the dread boiling blood in your head Tearing faces to shreds

LEAVE ME BE

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