The Killing Fields Songtext
von The Psycho Realm

Street theatre′s a dramatic depiction of nonfiction
Showing the coexistence of harmony and friction
We document opposition

Pro-abolition of static bringing those on a mission
The rendition of the street is territory counts as power

Defense and attack clash with firearm showers
The irony of casket flowers
That of violent hours
Is self-inflicted control by watchtowers

Mainstream's pavement concrete
Triggers force heat, thugs aim for defeat
The origin of the war is still in obese
Your crew runs deep six feet below street

Everything appears in crystal clear with no dust
The cover′s a clutch, look behind it, it's rust
Fear loose screws like us that know too much


Confusion by the news, they glued to the streets
Survival sources, emergency forces
Sweep through to treat you from hurting
Heats keep burning, the world never started turning

Learning through the pain of lyrical
Doses of vein juice that hits the brain
To make you go against the truth
The use of abusive music
Severed nooses hanging in to mark the box
Moving at these alley blocks won't stop
Time′s ticking like a clock, arms on the Glock

Cock backs with the bullets to split these walking sticks
Talking shit in the fucked up stiffs
Keep on killing ′cause you can't stop this

In the killing field I roam with my steel
Better recognize the war here for real
Do my murder against your will
And some run around with intent to kill
I swear to uphold my mission
And I fight to the bloody finish
Through the whole war I hold the position
Madman troop, hold the position


No scar on your soul when you fight on like a true psycho
Pro inside circle and go crazy like a sicko

Go stand on the front lines and pick up all the signs of wartime
One time makes strange days
Now we run wild in the fields with the blades
Come take the stand, my man
Or end up in aim of steel rain
Shot, puncture wounds, straight pain
No time to explain

Action that cause chain reaction
Explode the whole world, wreck all
True gets far, you lay cold
And watch this revolution unfold

Ghetto street fame is shelter static
It harbors a spark of automatic weapons
Send the tragic funeral traffic congested on the highway
Panic, have respect before you lay
Why we continue the killing on barren fields
The year, no real squeal, how silly
Street clowns frown in bad times
Which probably explains mad dogs and high crime

Influx of murder deluxe to strike us
Bust or repeat it upside across my block
Duck, dodge, cops rush, you a double-sided target
Scapegoat strategically placed fates out to get you

An awful tragedy can rapidly make your life unhappily
For living so nasty seems like everything went crashing
So you′re the main attraction of all that fucking plastic

No satisfaction for living life so drastic
A chain reaction of all that bad that happened
We landed in the area where crime goes on
With a Saddam, say a prayer before walking through the killing field
Where shit is real, where people die over crooked drug deals
Can you feel living ill, depending on your steel
To make that dollar bill, robbing people for cheap thrills

Kill at will is what we're taught in this life of dark
Where life haunts, danger lies in the streets that get all parched
Life marked by a daily on

Soldier, don′t ever stop war 'til the fucking battle′s over

Yeah, come down with intent to drown in the madness
Filled with sadness, frown
I know soon as I roam
Paths of destruction through cyclones
Blow telephones and microphones
All forms of communication, oh
Through town they run around, murder bound
Wartime folks are found in downtown
In the killing field I roam with my steel
Better recognize the war here for real

Do my murder against your will
And some run around with intent to kill
I swear to uphold my mission

And I fight to the bloody finish
Through the whole war I hold the position
Madman troop, hold the position