World War 55

[Verse 1] Brothers trapped inside their minds, in a war they can't confess, Getting hit with heavy rounds, but they ain't getting put to rest. Devil's plan, pacify the fire, suppress the screams, We chasing cures in poison, living in fractured dreams. We put collars on our demons and put 'em in cages, Instead of looking at em in their faces and puting em in their places. Unhealed wounds and scars, world war 55 going on inside our hearts, Followers chase leaders they think gonna lead 'em out the dark. Looking for a cure to madness, in the poison that they sip, Slowly dying piece by piece, stone cold apocalypse. AYE! [Pre-Chorus] Can't run from the shadows, brother, they inside your head, You gotta face the madness, can't afford to play dead. Know the prison that we live in ain't got no bars keeping us from breaking free, We just don't wanna leave, cuz if leave we gon first have to see the demons that we breed. Those bullet wounds we all got ain't from guns, brother, it's from us refusing peace! [Chorus] Heavy shots, coming from inside, We locked doors and windows, but there ain't nowhere left to hide. The hell we put ourselves through, the demons we deny, Pacify the pain, till we fade away and die. This is Warfare, war within our souls, Brothers chasing quick fixes that'll never make 'em whole. Playing russian - roulette with the man in the mirror, then when the bullets bounce back, they asking what hit 'em. [Verse 2] Those quick fixes got you thinking you winning battles, but the war's in your mind, The devil's playbook got you living blind. Brothers medicate the hurt, but the pain still grows, Slow poison in your veins, finna cause you to blow! Pride masks cries, fake smiles hide the Hell, We chasing dreams to numb the screams, a living shell. They ask you to be real, but real’s what they evade, Yh gotta own the hell inside, or be forever played. [Bridge] No preacher, no teacher, gon' save you from yourself, The devil laughs, watching kings and queens on the shelf. Brother, hear the truth, the bullet’s in your hand, Heavy shots to the heart, only you can make a stand. [Chorus] Heavy shots, coming from inside, We locked doors and windows, but there ain't nowhere left to hide. The hell we put ourselves through, the demons we deny, Pacify the pain, till we fade away and die. This is Warfare, war within our souls, Brothers chasing quick fixes that'll never make 'em whole. Playing russian - roulette with the man in the mirror, then when the bullets bounce back, they asking what hit 'em. [Outro] Face your demons, brother, let the healing start, Or stay a prisoner, victim to your hollow heart. The pain is real brother, don't act like it ain't there, Deal with your mess in your chest, stand tall and be a man