We're treated like children, with bureaucratic parents, more concerned with making policies than actually caring. Look what we're building, is it something to be cherished? Or a tribute to our problems on the place we will be buried. We all have feelings. If we look past the things we carry and trade ownership for sharing. We could fill them, the empty pockets and stomachs, people struggle in this world while others try to run it. We could heal them. Those sick and diseased by neglect, when we hold back resources while they wait to cash a check. With our excess, from those of us that have it, give our strength to the weak to overcome their habits. Changing the script, time to see the natives actually had it, respect the harmony of nature, love the land that you inhabit. Earn the right to deserve what you're having. Realize how it happened and then imagine, how it could be if we all acted in accordance with this passion. For the truth is the static and the only constant is change. So fiction is just depiction that life is honestly strange. Part of The Creator's creation being contained, separated by itself, listen to the human condition being explained by somebody else and you may be amazed. There it is and always will be, so get it before it's gone. Figuring out what life's about, may be the greatest of cons. I'm going to infiltrate your Lexicon, in this game of chess, we're Pawns. I'll slowly remove your gender until all your sex is gone. Now you can masturbate your brain away while you forget to spawn. Let me guess, you think it's wrong, we agree when there's a lie, just not about what it's on. Probably not sure there's even an answer, right or wrong? these untold stories keep you moving right along, lot of dust in the wind when it blows this strong. not in Kansas anymore so i hope you're holding on, we're twisting history to paint us all in the land of awes. Only way to cleanse now is to own your song, sing your true verse proudly and let others hum along. Accept your fate knowing the world will carry on, and the mischievous are cursed by the devil who they fawn. I'll have you dipped in bronze. As a tribute to your greed, we give you a guarantee, you can't take it when you leave. True Blood, I guess it's gone, love for our tribe of family. Profiled and Left with digital friends that we'll probably never meet. Now that's deep. If you can fit it in a tweet, even though it's watered down, look how much further it can reach. Can't help to preach, the message comes to me, like cold water splashed on my Face to keep me from falling back asleep. That's why I weep. Many share the struggle that we see, for entertainment, we watch the strong trample the weak. We pretended, long enough that the world will fix itself for free, if you can't tell then remember, first, you got to help yourself and pay the fee. Let them compete, divide, and conquer, while we cooperate, and build a family to survive the schism and the quake. You can join us if your ready, the choice is yours to make, you must choose truth and share it or death is your stake. We're treated like children, with bureaucratic parents, more concerned with making policies than actually caring. Look what we're building, is it something to be cherished? Or a tribute to our problems on the place we will be buried. We all have feelings. If we look past the things we carry and trade ownership for sharing. We could fill them, the empty pockets and stomachs, people struggle in this world while others try to run it. We could heal them. Those sick and diseased by neglect, when we hold back resources while they wait to cash a check. With our excess, from those of us that have it, give our strength to the weak to overcome their habits. Changing the script, time to see the natives actually had it, respect the harmony of nature, love the land that you inhabit. Earn the right to deserve what you're having. Realize how it happened and then imagine, how it could be if we all acted in accordance with this passion. For the truth is the static and the only constant is change. So fiction is just depiction that life is honestly strange. Part of The Creator's creation being contained, separated by itself, listen to the human condition being explained by somebody else and you may be amazed.
