You seem to say there’s an illness of mind these days and you seem to say that pollution strays
Truth is, standing in line with the anomaly, conspiracy, The feel at delusive ease
And it trips you to set your focus to petty meanings clouding your vision and it trips you to set your focus to petty meanings clouding your vision
Wasting time and energy to balance your heart for the apocalypse of speech
In a silver lightning it’s the tide that gets you by all the things you’re drawn to will change color in your eye fierce and angry every day all the friends you call your own when there is only one you compare with home
And it trips you to set your focus to petty meanings clouding your vision and it trips you to set your focus to petty meanings clouding your vision
I think to much in search of reason and for years these feelings were the only ones I was capable of feeling
Truth is, standing in line with the anomaly, conspiracy, The feel at delusive ease
And it trips you to set your focus to petty meanings clouding your vision and it trips you to set your focus to petty meanings clouding your vision