Living through a cycle of nightmares, and they don't fight fair But I'll be right here, hands up high, with my parry arm up Til' I carry on up these dreams out the box up the right stairs And I've been fighting for a minute, a long list of givens That we chisel even if they cause schisms Or a crack or a break in the mold we make Pay tribute to the motherfucking tolls we paid I'm gone til' November, a long list of members That we missed on the list apologize for December The long winter fell on this game of thrones But I be living out the box til' I'm HBO We all fall, we all rise, we alright With the bumps and bruises proving to em' we all tried To do something with the gift, something to uplift Eating chicken noodle soup until my soul gets fit The biggest loser in the world or the duke of fucking earl Both poles represented while we looking for our plurals The we, the us, and all beings Who're sick of being cynical and trying to find a meaning To this life that we cooked up, then we shook up Recipe we scratched cuz' the past got looked up The scars we took that we keep, cuz' the tat doesn't cover the fact that we bleed
[Hook:] The things we saw when we were young The time we did things just for fun I'd hate to lose even just one But I’ll let it go We learn the practice what we preach And practice, we still seem to cheat Practice preaching and practically But I’ll let it go
Life stories that take shape and then get dented Veneers for the fake smile from that dentist The cheers from the crowd for the introspection Airholes in the pain til' we all feel vented But, we can't slow down the timeline The mirrors got ears and the ears are allies We listen real close through the years and outline The parts that we love then repress those hard times Time we keep and time we lose We all hit delete when defeat stops snooze Or are the real dreams the day-mares Waking up longing for the ways of the day care The innocence gone, the renaissance song The cinema we live to pop-corn Amazed by the maze that we took for granted Put the dreams in the mail but forgot to stamp it And now they want junk, the postage went up And your rent check probably got stuck The lord of your land probably quite concerned Both sides of the aisle got to fight the urge To just fight for first, and then fight the curse That was made on the day that they felt the worst Cuz' that ain't the truth that ain't what's you March to a different drummer til' you break the loop And Like
[Hook:] The things we saw when we were young The time we did things just for fun I'd hate to lose even just one But I’ll let it go We learn the practice what we preach And practice, we still seem to cheat Practice preaching and practically But I’ll let it go