John Frusciante
Murderers
[Verse 1]
Wander down the city streets, swallowed by the mess
On my way to a place that may not exist
A sense of [?], fragile whispers in the wind
Who [?] gods and kings
[?] throw myself [?]
Dreams of [?] living on in our souls
Who wonder if they ever knew in the back of their minds that no man can get a grip on the sands of time
But how has it changed? We’re still dreamers at heart
Claim to see the light as we stumble in the dark
Terrified of living without leaving a mark
Making all the wrong moves, they say we played our part in something bigger than ourselves
But all we do deny ourselves
[?] happiness, give it all for the [?]
Tame a hand, come draw me to this ever winding path for humanity’s curse and repeat the past

[Verse 2]
Caught in the mix, you pay differences [?]
And those entranced by distractions, lights and flashy cameras
The advice of liberty, famous for the fame as we torch another record [?] big name
Segregating every map, pick your poison from the platter
Red or blue, blue and green, find expression in your anger
And the strength that comes in numbers, underlying comfort
[?] of gatherers and hunters
There are those that stand among us with a purpose to divide
[?] color blind
The illusion of choice give illusion of control
As bolted carbon molds, you ain’t have to follow roles
Stand what doesn’t follow low as the mantra that broadcasted
Never level with control, [?] to pay gangsters
Try to base your ideology, hate us for another
It’s enough of the contempt, bloodshed and grieving mothers
[Verse 3]
Although [?], [?] pariahs
One man’s hero is a demon in the eyes of the righteous
Where [?] is the fighters, lose the truth, obey the mold
I strike [?], they’re like massacres unfold
So we glamorize revolution, living out our fantasies
Projected on the freedom fighters grasping for their right to be
Blissfully wish to be, find what is [?]
[?] reality, when calms fade, then all hope fails
Truthfully the other side is [?]
Wasteland of shag dreams and hollow promises
There are clouds on the horizon
Storms are [?]
Don’t send the death of [?] to the newly autonomous
Freedom doesn’t come [?]
Reform takes more than the strength to [?]
Looking forward to anything, providing it’s comfort
Maybe it’s better to live a lie than got put any effort