| Many years stuck in this field, you wouldn’t think that I would feel |
| Would you believe me if I told you what I said was real? |
| I’ve seen the darkest side of man, you might think me a liar |
| I watched the bodies burnin' when they set the world on fire (Oh!) |
| Many centuries in this penitentiary |
| Stuck up on this post, cuz they wanna try and censor me |
| , and never let me speak my piece |
| Keep these secrets to myself to keep the panic off the streets |
| I try to make a noise, but I don’t really have a voice |
| If you knew the truth, could you even make a choice? |
| Or would you see my brothers wasted lost, deep in time |
| Sewed my mouth up shut, |
| (The Scarecrow!) |
| I can see, but can’t speak |
| I can think, but can’t breathe |
| Nailed up, out here scopin' |
| Mouth sewn shut with eyes wide open |
| I can see, but can’t speak |
| I can think, but can’t breathe |
| Nailed up, out here scopin' |
| Mouth sewn shut with eyes wide open |
| The sun beats on my head, distracting me from my perception (Yeah!) |
| The crows keep tellin' lies and feeding me with their deception |
| I wanna break these chains, get these nails up out my back |
| But I can’t do a fuckin' thing stuck on this torture rack |
| I’ve seen the devastation, servin' this incarceration |
| Evil come and go, disguising every single incarnation |
| Wars start and would sweep across the land |
| Planes crashin', people bashin', seen the water from a dam |
| I’ve seen it all, so let me paint a little picture |
| Watch the poor get poor and the rich get richer |
| It’s a motherfuckin' shame in this life game |
| When you’re stuck out on your own and you can’t do a damn thang (Yeah!) |
| I can see, but can’t speak |
| I can think, but can’t breathe |
| Nailed up, out here scopin' |
| Mouth sewn shut with eyes wide open |
| I can see, but can’t speak |
| I can think, but can’t breathe |
| Nailed up, out here scopin' |
| Mouth sewn shut with eyes wide open |
| Yo whaddup, DJ Clay! Yo what’s up man, it’s ya homie, Blaze! Let 'Em Bleed, |
| Volume 1, that’s what it’s about! Come on, man! |
| I can see, but can’t speak |
| I can think, but can’t breathe |
| Nailed up, out here scopin' |
| Mouth sewn shut with eyes wide open |
| I can see, but can’t speak |
| I can think, but can’t breathe |
| Nailed up, out here scopin' |
| Mouth sewn shut with eyes wide- |