Voltaire - Sims

The plans don’t always how they go

How it lands

Water the plants

Button the coat

Out of the house to go dance

Down to the subway

Sound of the train on the rails

Sounding like bells

Reminds hell to get out of the runway

We all have the devil to pay

He takes his cut

I don’t mind much

But sometimes its over the quota

Cobras in a karma coma

My mind’s on a kettle one and soda

Before the coda

My girl’s on my arm, she takes enough for the both us

The story said they found the wrong bones

Looking for the ones that were lost

Fold up the paper, leave on the seat

This is our stop

Something else is in the air

Up on Voltaire

Where the sweet scent from the bakery and the piss from the street pair

A few more blocks and we’re inside

It’s later than I thought

They’ve already started their set

I wonder, how much time do they got?

She wants something neat, I want something rocks

Barely made it to the bar

By the time I heard the first pop

In the name of what?

I know, I know

But you spill the wrong blood

Sirens

Mixing with the call to prayer

Are you even there?

How could you defend the play?

How could you not call it prey?

How could you pray at all?

Spray em all

Blood to the floor

Falls while we rush to the door

Dragging her body

Dragging her body by the arm

Heard it was because of Charlie

For the sons of Babylon’s charms

For the sins of our fathers' arms

But we were not the ones making them calls

We were just making it

We were just making it just like y’all

So absurd a verdict

Didn’t get to say goodbye

I understand the circumstantial retribution

But who gets to decide who deserves to

In the name of what?

I know, I know

But you spill the wrong blood

Sirens

Mixing with the call to prayer

Are you even there?

Trying to walk in the city of god

Here I am in the city of man

Standing on the same land