LATE FOR WORK: (MORE EXTRA CUTS)

Broke Part

It’s been so long until you see his face,

And you can’t deny the waste,

All the unknown spaces,

Nothing home only chemical traces.

Get up, go away,

He’s not one to save,

And you might decide,

He’s not that type,

He’s got a broke part inside,

Broke part inside.

Now you hear that there’s something wrong,

And although it hurts he plays along,

His looks sure faded,

Slurring on the words remaining.

Get up, go away,

He’s not one to save,

And you might decide,

He’s not that type,

He’s got a broke part inside,

Broke part inside.

Soft at heart,

Let it out my son,

To lose her’s worth the damage done,

You have no Halo,

Don’t waste more time chasing his dead shadow.

Get up, go away,

He’s not one to save,

And you might decide,

He’s not that type,

He’s got a broke part inside,

Broke part inside.

Traitor

Ghost locked outside knocks from door to door,

Only thing he goes out looking for,

One hand wasting the other hand,

One man replaces another man.

God’s traitor,

God’s traitor,

God’s traitor,

Soul trader.

Shamed eyes don’t meet you across the street,

Shamed smile hides injected bloody concrete,

Loaded and shining in his hand,

Blood encrusted metallic grey he don’t give a damn.

One hand wasting the other hand,

One man replaces another man.

One hand wasting the other hand,

One man replaces another man.

God’s traitor,

God’s traitor,

God’s traitor,

Soul trader.

Down comes the hammer so they say,

Once again the Karma God has his day.

One hand wasting the other hand,

One man replaces another man.

God’s traitor,

God’s traitor,

God’s traitor,

Soul trader.