Tricky - Passion of the Christ

There's too many people, too many dying
Too many lying, too many crying
There's too many voices, so little choices
At night I lie awake, it feels like heartache

Feels like heartache, how long will the night take?
How long will the night take, it feels like heartache
The night has come, they say I rise crime rate
The end is near, my mother can't wait

I rise my fist, the thunder break through
Make a wish, who will you run to?
There's too many prisons taking away from family
Too many reasons to lose your sanity

I lie awake and let the visions take me
Think of life and how it tried to break me
Had no choice, I had to settle
Hear a voice, how they burn from metal

There's too many shouts and they call it treason
Can't relate to hate without reason
There's too many guns, pray for god to come quick
He doesn't come, my god is real sick

Written by:
Adrian Nicholas Matthew Thaws

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