Crisis Youth - Jacob Singer Lyrics

At point blank range you don't
Need to know how a gun works
Like a biopic on the alarm of life
Why can't we come out to safety
After we made it safe
A reaction created by BZ

Jacob Singer never had a son at
Least not with Jezebel
Working for the post in New York City
This sure is hell

Your fever is so high you'll
Die en route to the hospital
Deciphering his dreams from
A manic strain

Something's wrong Jake
They're coming for me
Memories attractions
Burn them all away

Please believe me because
I've been there oh poor
Jacob he broke his ladder

Rapid decent into basic instinct
Man now animal with criminal intent
It's not punishment they're freeing you

And deciphering your dreams
From a manic strain

Now we'll live in denial
It never happened at all
The pentagon has struck again
But this time on home soil