society is so concered with the way we look
to everyone external
the only peace of mind is the piece when
you're all nocturnal.
we waste our time trying to find
mary in a can of beans,
if you weren't so blind you wouldn't assign
names to what things seem.
you know all the tricks, all the illusionists
and every sad secret behind
but still you're convinced there's a god up there
and he's just waiting for the right time.
instead of adopting, we're all popping
children out like pills
nothing is stopping our constant kid-bombing
and quite frankly, i'm getting the chills
but we won't be satisfied until our brains are thoroughly fried
baking on the street by the twitching lights
we don't get along and if you think that's wrong,
you aren't worthy to stay inside
so pack your things and get so lost
that tomorrow won't bring what today has cost.