Lyric Colors

Walking in the subway
alone late at night
New York city gangs
everywhere in sight

Your fell their anger upon you
you feel their hateful eyes
walk a little faster now
you re fighting for your life

As they walk on closer
their eyes burn down your back
you feel a thousand cries
not prepared for their attack

A mission bell sent sign
a sign that you board soon
you ve come this far, no turning back
we hope you make it too

Don t expect, sympathy
we don t know, the word
your walked my turf, insanity
but in this place you die

Your life is wasted
your blood is tasted
as it drips down the blade

You didn t make it
you couldn t take it
you walked the subway you paid

Your money s gone
your clothes they re torn
you re lying in a pool of blood

You know you re leaving
we watch you grieving
but in this place you die

Don t expect sympathy
we don t know the word
you walked my turf, insanity
but in this place you die