Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 12 oz. Prophet , by - Soilent Green. Song from the album Confrontation, in the genre Release date: 18.07.2005
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
12 oz. Prophet |
| Start from scratch |
| Victim in your own style |
| A rash coming to surface |
| No one could even stop this |
| All talk and a coward stance |
| Resenting final chance |
| Hands of fate tied behind your back |
| A balance faults always weighed out |
| Tip the scale to this downfall |
| A puzzle of let downs you could never solve |
| To most you’re an eyesore, even the score |
| An unstable head hits the floor, without excuse |
| A social breakdown of knotted emotion |
| Victim in a lost cause |
| Eyes that can’t sleep a wink without a drink |
| The coward plague on talking shit |
| The next in line that has been left behind |
| Wet these lips for another drunk promise of lies |
| Fourth grade logic |
| Just another blacked out moment |
| Climbing out of restraint |
| Configuration for harm’s way |
| These dead days |
| The outcast pig |
| Counting black sheep in your sleep |
| Register and dominate punishment |
| The decline of man’s verbal promise |
| Headache of the obvious |
| Stop letting the bottle speak |
| Inside these lies take praise in time |
| Hide this failure of looking back |
| A rewritten story of past events |
| Blinding these faults that chase you |
| Dissolve into a stable delusion, forgettable solution |
| Analyze imperfection of compulsive |
| Sitting at the table of dysfunction |
| Genetic run of a father’s blood |
| Hiding the addiction of your ways |
| The less to forget in time |
| Limitations on pride |
| Overrated cycle of rage |
| Victim for your cause |
| This continuous cycle of self involved decay |
| Flavor of the month |
| Vodka bottle slut |
| Date rape side show for the one night stand that wet the bed |
| Half the man |
| A broken home |
| Below the knee with broken bones |
| Recreate the perfect mold |
| Drown these sorrows |
| Losing tomorrow |
| To sell yourself for another night for that minute trip of fame |