In a field of lies and broken homes

Fallen angels cry to get back home

When they lie along the city roads

A coat of steel won't save them from the unknown

In another life they ruled the land

People selling people for their souls



It's just a criminal afterlife

It's nothing new to the scared and lonely

It made me finally realize I'm alone



When the tears of time begin to flow

Son of an angel fires another bow

Still it ain't right, still it ain't right, still it ain't

I'm losing my sight, still it ain't right

The way you kick me out my home

It's just a criminal afterlife

It's nothing new to the scared and lonely

It made me finally realize I'm alone



I don't need no hand of charity, feelin' low

I got a feelin' that your money ain't right

Gotta feelin' that you left me no sleepin' zone

A walkin' idle bomb, you're fuse'n it slow

Oh, no, no, no, you've gotta start a riot

Oh, no, no, no, you've gotta start it

Systematic lyin' junky, cryin' rotten fool

You made a million selling funky shades of rotten doo



I don't need no hand of charity feelin' low

A walkin' idle bomb you're fuse'n it slow

Oh, no, no, no, you've gotta start a riot

Oh, no, no, no, you've gotta start it

I don't need no doubting fire to free the stones

Another cheatin', smokin' nuclear zone

I don't like grinding the bone

I-don't-see-no-future



It's just a criminal afterlife

It's nothing new to the scared and lonely

It made me finally realize I'm alone