Showered in blankets of 2 dimensional soothsayers
Today’s truth shapers are stick figured visionaries'
There’s a gaping hole in the basket we’ve placed our eggs in This explains the constant eggshell walking
Whole cities over run with village idiots and jester jingles
Mammoth misogyny massages the minds of model citizens
Children hold hands and dance in the cycles of history
Lost in limericks of its destruction with jovial denial
We take pride in confusion and find Laughter in the misguided
Capitalizing on whatever is deemed the most successfully desensitizing
We fight to win popularity contests and loose ourselves in the process
Where will we draw the line to ensure future generations
Aren’t ashamed of the legacies we leave?
Something’s missing its all wrong
We forgot how to move on Mosey down this road alone
Till the Skin falls off my bones
The won’t hang me from my family tree
Slowly fading now falling fast a sleep
Aside from aging there’s no past for me No more debating
I’m making the best with what I have (3x)