A Bad Itch Songtext
von Grotus

The sound of gunfire comes pounding down the street
The BPM around 110
Hear it on the TV, it′s always on the tube
The victims always look like you
The foundation's cracking here, it′s all about rebels, no?
Think of all the places that you want to go

Now you see the stranger and you cross the street
You walk straight ahead and listen for his feet


Now, there it is again
Negative thoughts bounce around like a bad itch
In the back of your brain
It's getting hard not to say this
It's something we gotta face here

The little words that slip out
You better think about what you′re thinking
When you pin the blame on people you don′t know
We're here to speak of justice, not self-preservation
But sometimes you talk about getting a gun

Now, well, there it is again
Negative thoughts bounce around like a bad itch
In the back of your brain
It′s getting hard not to say this
Are you becoming a racist?