Lyrics
What have we here storm before calm
Strung out on fear so pass me the napalm
Break Bread with me before it is stolen
Sleep with one eye open silence is golden
Life, a magazine, (death), reality
Drug dealer heroes, thug celebrities
Rush hour gridlock may seem drastic
An open road compared to drug traffic
Starving to death on a Qualude diet
Living in a slow motion riot
Consciousness it has been gagged and bound
Better make your last confession
The worlds doing its best impression
Of a ship with nowhere to go but down
Skyscraper fantasies, ghetto realities
Dreams watered down like softcore pornography
Watch your step gang related death
Funeral day wonder who's next?
Crime is the standard built up Immunity
Only care if it's our community
Smokescreen safety can't trust the Government
In this world hell seems heaven sent
Starving to death on a Qualude diet
Living in a slow motion riot
Consciousness it has been gagged and bound
Better make your last confession
The worlds doing its best impression
Of a ship with nowhere to go but down
We're going down!
We're in a slow mo-tion ri-ot
We're living in a slow motion riot
We're living in a slow motion riot
We're living in a slow motion riot
We're in a slow motion riot
(Life), a fantasy, (death), reality
We're living in a slow motion riot
(Life), a fantasy, (death), reality
We're living in a slow motion riot
(Life), a fantasy, (death), reality
We're living in a slow motion riot
(Life), a fantasy, (death), reality
We're in a slow motion riot
(We're all dead!)
