Not enough taste, not enough sound Not enough hue, have you ever, Have you ever Have you ever tried to search within It’s a place that’s cold and sad, unfit for you to enter and we’re never And we’re never gonna be akin Always trying To be more than a nature’s creation If I offer a different vision I’m not going to meet your least expectation
It is all my defect, broken parts that I turned into my badge of pride I will end the day I Find myself in a mass It’s so good not to rush in a race to belong Not to push through a line just for the sale of names They don’t care about us They don’t care about us
Steps cannot be made, or picture made complete An opinion be acquired If it’s not already screwed and packed What frightening force you use protecting these ideas so admired That you made no effort to extract
There’s no quest, no discovery And no invention You develop a gift of dissolution Is it really the greatest of your intensions?
Where you are? Where you are exactly in this all? Where you are? Go on and realize your final goal Assemble and restrain All these life forms left here belligerent that stain This quiet place with their stuck out ambitious self No individuals allowed in this ingrained domain