Taskforce - A Grey Mist lyrics

I was raised on some daisy age mandates
Razor blades twitching like
A geriatrics handshake
Popping pills to deal with all
The pills I popped
Go ask my doctor if my troubles
Are for real or not
Back in school I was sort of like a rabid rat
Chewing at the fabrics of my
Future and it's habitats
In my class all I ever got was bitter looks
Cause most of the other kids I
Was robbing for their sticker books
I was trouble from the
Moment I could understand
Money was the ruler of
Their mother fucking wonderland
Dirty vices had me sucking on a lug o' haze
Freshening the air inside my head
Before I dug my grave
As a child I was feeling like a distant star


Burning up in outer space but not
Before I stripped your car
Fuck a therapist who saw me
Like some kind of test
I’m trying to figure out who
Really needs their mind assessed
I was possessed by the devil
In a powdered form
Every time I sniffed a line it
Seemed a thunder cloud would form
I was warned of pulling faces
When the wind would change
And always had a yarn that I
Could spin before the kindles came
I guess it’s all another tale of relativity
Growing up to learn how to channel creativity
This inner city Hell's forevermore
A shroud of shit
And even more disturbingly most of
Us are proud of it

Razor blades twitch from a grey mist
As the day twists 'til it
Split's and it shape shifts
Razor blades twitch from a grey mist
As the day drifts 'til it
Split's and it's face lifts
How can I refuse the invitation
To find a way to make it
In the streets of desperation
I guess I’m really nothing but an outcast
A ghost in a machine that found
It's voice within a soundcard

I raised myself on some psyche Tyler anarchy
Sitting on my own like the whole
World was mad at me and in my room I stashed
A knife fit for Jason
Smoked until the green had filled the
Room with all the blazing
I couldn’t understand the
Politics of teaching
Cause screaming at a kid who
Didn’t listen ain’t appealing
My every move was scrutinised
And the teacher said
That I was not the problem in fact
It was just all my friends
Tagging corridors and raiding up the canteens
And in the summer holidays proceed to
Leave the school in flames
I roamed upon the underground
And lifted any object that
Wasn’t tightly bolted down
And in the eyes of all my peers it seems
That I was more a leader than the
Rest of all the other teens
But, I was still a victim too
Cause, I was bullied hard on every
Day that I attended school
And it’s a hard life to juggle
When you're poor and broke
So I would take the money from the
Kids who had a better hope
With my bad manners masked in a bandana
Taking all the rings off your
Fingers with a claw hammer
Drinking Thunderbird sitting with the
Down and outs
And every little spliff's a tiny chip
Off of my daddy’s ounce
This inner city Hell's forevermore
A shroud of shit
But even more disturbingly most of
Us are proud of it

Razor blades twitch from a grey mist
As the day twists 'til it
Split's and it shape shifts
Razor blades twitch from a grey mist
As the day drifts 'til it
Split's and it's face lifts
How can I refuse the invitation
To find a way to make it
In the streets of desperation
I guess I’m really nothing but an outcast
A ghost in a machine that found it's