972

972
Nine lives, seven sins
Two times buried them
Carried them with me to nowhere
Nine lives, seven sins
Too many times I've buried them
Carried them with me to nowhere

Pissed off, pushed down, burned up, worn out
Pissed on, tossed out, torn down, no doubt
Banging my skull off the bars I can't bend
Pushed down, worn out
Who gives a f*** when your back breaks backwards
Pissed on, tossed out, torn down, no doubt
The only way up is out but I'm kicked down
Life is not how I'd planned it
A big jokе the world spoke that I don't get
A driеd clown paint
Punchline, shit prick
So hard to smile through
Swallow it, follow it into the pit
Bury it
Kiss your casket and drop
Cemetery it
If others ask
Play dumb
You don't feel shit
You don't heal shit
You don't let it bleed
No
You don't let them see
The headstones read:
Here lies your pride and defeat
It must kill you to be who is losing the race
It must kill you to be you
This is my last stand
This is my last chance
So move, you fuc*** bitch

Nine lives, seven sins
Too many times I buried them
Carried them with me to nowhere
Nowhere
En '972' de Kublai Khan TX, la letra refleja un tono de desafío y desesperanza con una fuerte carga emocional. El narrador expresa su frustración al sentirse constantemente desgastado y empujado hacia abajo, enfrentando su propia lucha interna con sus errores y pecados pasados....