Tomorrow is a Trap - Street Sects

Well I carry my life in a flask

And I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve got no use for a glass

I’ve never lived inside an actual home

Unless you would call a fucking jail cell a home

I guess I’m what your friends might call

Another product of moral decay

Walk on water, knock on wood

Your love is not enough

Count your blessings, lower your guard

Do you think you’ve won?

Well I don’t

Care if I sink down

Lower than your light

You said this would kill me

It turns out that you were right

The way your family bails you out

Your struggle is a joke

Nothing ever sticks to you

Your color is a cloak

Go ahead and call the law

You’d better hope they arrive in time

It took you decades to build your life

It takes a second for me to blow it apart

Kill your family, kill your friends

Their love is what fucked you up

Count your money, it’s all that you are

Do you think your life is worth more than mine just because you were born into

wealth?

Well I don’t

Care if you go down

You deserve the hit

You said you would help me

It turns out you’re full of shit

The way our future fails us now

Tomorrow is a trap

No one gets above that line

Not without the cash