Can't you see I'm wrapped in cellophane Watch the blood pump through my veins Electricity floods my brain Can't hide the pain, can't hide the pain When you're wrapped in cellophane Look at me, I'm such a basket case Delivered to you wrapped in cellophane

We played king of the mountain out on the end The world come chargin' up the hill, and we were women and men Now there's so much that time, time and memory fade away We got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take We stood side by side each one

Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga? You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger I call it KKK, 'cause my choppa hate niggas Issa Nightmare on Elm Street A Nightmare on Elm Street I can show

Hmm hmm, let me because Oh oh, free to see, yeah well Want to walk away, oh oh Let me feel my feet Let me be, free I want to be free now Time and time and time we see these Each for each and each will be then Shed blood for what they each believe, well

We are immortal We rise from the wraith We are eternal You are my blood legion Tonight, it feels like a good day to die Tonight, it feels like a good day to rise Tonight, we live Tonight, it feels like a good day to fly

The shape shifter I am the walker on the wind I am the eagle in the sky Howling in the night I was born of giant's blood Raised in Asgård, the home of gods I am the master of disguise For this trait I've gained your prise Fast in thought, quicker tongue

We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Long before a boat anchored the harbour Long before steel drums

Survived, tonight, I may be going down, Cause everything goes round too, tight, tonight, And it, you watch him crawl, you stand for more. And your panic stricken, blood will thicken up, tonight Cause I don't want you, to forgive me, You'll follow me

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?

I have questions for you I have questions for you (I have questions) Do you care, do you care? Why don't you care? I gave you all of me My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears Why don't you care, why don't you care? I was there, I was there, when no