Last of the Urgents Songtext

von Murder Inc.

Time becomes the victim,
Time between the linse,
We display the symptoms,
We display the signs,
What we thought was urgent,
Hits us in the face,
What was once important
Now becomes debased.

This time...

Disconnect the mainline,
Cripple us with nerves,
Twist around the war crimes,
Get what we deserve
Close to what we came for -
Farther from the truth,
Something else to die for,
Staring up at you.

This time...

Darkness turns to desperate,
Anger turns to light,
Forever to escalate it,
Doesn't make it right,
What do you think I'm here for?
Why'd you think I came?
Give it to me
And I'll never ask again.

This time...

Last of the urgents,
Last to leave the room,
Remind me when I say
Tomorrow came too soon,
Burned into a breakpoint,
Dead above the neck,
Hold my breath until,
Until I see you next.

This time...