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Riots spread, from argentina to france to my head
while delirious notions pour forth like oceans of
mixed up feelings, having difficulty revealing
the truth to myself, keeping my skewed perception reeling
masking the identity we all share as human beings
so now, what was that i thought a heard reason
for it all, so i could commit utter self-betrayal, treason
against my wishes, treacherous deeds
against the past actions and constructs supposed to define "me"
what we thought was there, was really truly there
the missing link you thought was missing can be found everywhere
there's nothing more to hide, no more privilege or pain
there's nothing to hide, but the course of action isn't plain
Why do we keep wondering about everything and doing nothing?
Why are there so few who take joy in doing something?
Who are we to deny so fervently the joys of life deserved by all but supplied sporadically
to just some? It's not that I don't understand it, the system,
I just wish somebody would get up and change the rhythm
the bumping, thumping beat that dominates, telling us when where and how to ruminate, and procreate
it will destroy whom?
I think we're all getting a little tired of the routine where only the beautfiul and rich are listened to or seen
deciding what to do with the time energy and money,
our fucking tax dollars pay for yachts and playboy bunnies
to BLOW winds of change in desultory directions sickly sweet like synthetic confections
that touch the lips of a box-office hit, all we can do is pay up and scream "are we there yet?!?"
while delirious notions pour forth like oceans of
mixed up feelings, having difficulty revealing
the truth to myself, keeping my skewed perception reeling
masking the identity we all share as human beings
so now, what was that i thought a heard reason
for it all, so i could commit utter self-betrayal, treason
against my wishes, treacherous deeds
against the past actions and constructs supposed to define "me"
what we thought was there, was really truly there
the missing link you thought was missing can be found everywhere
there's nothing more to hide, no more privilege or pain
there's nothing to hide, but the course of action isn't plain
Why do we keep wondering about everything and doing nothing?
Why are there so few who take joy in doing something?
Who are we to deny so fervently the joys of life deserved by all but supplied sporadically
to just some? It's not that I don't understand it, the system,
I just wish somebody would get up and change the rhythm
the bumping, thumping beat that dominates, telling us when where and how to ruminate, and procreate
it will destroy whom?
I think we're all getting a little tired of the routine where only the beautfiul and rich are listened to or seen
deciding what to do with the time energy and money,
our fucking tax dollars pay for yachts and playboy bunnies
to BLOW winds of change in desultory directions sickly sweet like synthetic confections
that touch the lips of a box-office hit, all we can do is pay up and scream "are we there yet?!?"