It's like my brain can't translate my mind
it's like the other way around
with the brain
thinking double time
and sometime
sometimes
I still feel like i'm gunna get mine

but when so many people are bent at the steeple
and washed at the steeple
all feet stapled to the earth since birth
created just for believers
,but not for perceivers
but not for the lovers of this planet
i didn't chose to man it
i was just born here
not my fault
born here

born into your rules
into religions
intitutions
and when i offer solutions
all you give is pollition
i offer revolution
and you just change the frequency
so you dont have to hear me

but when our forefathers
and when our one father
placed this place on this earth, my mother
they made a good county
but, what if we tried again, no it couldn't be
no we couldnt see
all the problems
that arrived with democracy
all the people in the gutter arent free
all the people in the houses arent free
all the people in their cars arent free
just look at me

dressed in clothes
sold to the masses
drinking your molasses
and cheap hamburgers
believing
that the hamburgeler
is a mass murderer
and mr ronald mac
and mr donald trump
and mrs on the street
are any different
they're whores for the money
and whores for the company
you wanna be in the company of greatness
i want to break this
but, i'll tell you what
slut
i'm the new thing
and i'll tell you the truth thing
i'll tell you the true thing
the only true thing
is a birth blessed with the true thing

when fathers and mothers
stop fucking their brothers
and leaving responses to the wayside
so trapped so trapped so trapped inside
bad parenting
bad decisions
trapped inside institutions
built to coddle pathetic child bearing
child wearing
child rearing
shouldve done the rear-thing
built to shop at superstores
all superwhores
all superchore doin
all superbowl screwin
all super duper doing
all super duper fat
till the floors fall flat

sorry america
i aint scared of ya
i'm just scared of doin it right
im just scared of fueling the stupid population
that barely made it to graduation
that barely has motivation
to get off the couch
grow up america grow up.


Make this country dangerous again
make a new trail of tears begin
and I can't garantee I'll win
but, you know what,
I'll try
and I'll fight
till my last breath left
till my last left
till the last death

cant we find a new reason
to live
aside from money and power
and fucking for half an hour
scratch that
five
i just want to survive
and be alive

i dont want to live
in a place like this

give me the keys to the car
and the money for dinner
you sinner
with scratches and pockmarks on

i took the last step
and in turn you took the first
i took the best
which turned to be worst
it took a turn for the worse

set to the setting sun
we began
we've begun
to begin again
back to the moon
which always comes too soon

questions
phrased in memories
and phases
I couldnt erase this if i tried
even if i cried
and let everything all out
i dont doubt
that you doubted
that i was the one who shouted

and you were the one who screamed
and still screams
in my dreams