WIP...
lights, glaring.
the truth is just so blinding
and that noise, blaring.
to my comfort so disturbing
as it knocks on my mind, so insistent, like a river.
Flowin through time, so consistent, it delivers.
reality! who am I?
just a fucker who is guarding...
a whole. wide. world, of children who are starving.
prisoners of fate? they're prisoners of me
my comfort is their cage its so obvious can't you see?
"wake the fuck up" "wake the fuck up!"
is that my spirit screaming?
why is the rage being sucked up
by machines... why are they winning?
cause in the game of waiting you get points for regret.
trying is to no end, while being ignant is the trend
just picture what you want, then make the spoon bend
anyone can do it, even you, try screaming "free tibet!"
begging for a rude awakening,
i need to dry my tear ducts
crying but not crying
while im lying but not trying
to my conscience: shut the fuck up
bitch more and you'll get roughed up
middle class ghetto talk is the casual sound
perfect for sitting in the dark while being raped by a clown
...but watch out for the...
[chorus]
lights, glaring.
the truth is just so blinding
and that noise, blaring.
to my comfort so disturbing
as it knocks on my mind, so insistent, like a river.
Flowin through time, so consistent, it delivers.
reality! who am I?
just a fucker who is guarding...
a whole. wide. world, of children who are starving
prisoners of fate? they're prisoners of me
my comfort is their cage its so obvious can't you see?
like a hangover and some girl,
like mass murder on the news,
my action and inaction make me feel like its not real
"what's wrong with the world?"
I got the bullshit blues...
Knowing what I know and I know that its not real
but im restless, what is this? its pushin on my chest
just confess, toss this logic-proof vest
put the heart to the test, and reconcile the mind with the rest
and then in your own mind you can be the guest
the truth is just so blinding
and that noise, blaring.
to my comfort so disturbing
as it knocks on my mind, so insistent, like a river.
Flowin through time, so consistent, it delivers.
reality! who am I?
just a fucker who is guarding...
a whole. wide. world, of children who are starving.
prisoners of fate? they're prisoners of me
my comfort is their cage its so obvious can't you see?
"wake the fuck up" "wake the fuck up!"
is that my spirit screaming?
why is the rage being sucked up
by machines... why are they winning?
cause in the game of waiting you get points for regret.
trying is to no end, while being ignant is the trend
just picture what you want, then make the spoon bend
anyone can do it, even you, try screaming "free tibet!"
begging for a rude awakening,
i need to dry my tear ducts
crying but not crying
while im lying but not trying
to my conscience: shut the fuck up
bitch more and you'll get roughed up
middle class ghetto talk is the casual sound
perfect for sitting in the dark while being raped by a clown
...but watch out for the...
[chorus]
lights, glaring.
the truth is just so blinding
and that noise, blaring.
to my comfort so disturbing
as it knocks on my mind, so insistent, like a river.
Flowin through time, so consistent, it delivers.
reality! who am I?
just a fucker who is guarding...
a whole. wide. world, of children who are starving
prisoners of fate? they're prisoners of me
my comfort is their cage its so obvious can't you see?
like a hangover and some girl,
like mass murder on the news,
my action and inaction make me feel like its not real
"what's wrong with the world?"
I got the bullshit blues...
Knowing what I know and I know that its not real
but im restless, what is this? its pushin on my chest
just confess, toss this logic-proof vest
put the heart to the test, and reconcile the mind with the rest
and then in your own mind you can be the guest