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Mind wonders if it's turning obsolete Sometimes I struggle honestly with what I do believe To hook it on and look beyond and tell me what you see I see us needing what we want instead of what we need Climbing to it's the peak, find the motion is exhausting Most have lost touch, still wandering regardless Don't wanna pay attention on how to make a connection When wrecking a man's treasure and throw it right in the garbage Fault your own father, our fault he didn't bother Wanted to be Plato, now challenged to think harder The owner, dig deeper, nothing came easier Anxious and playing eager, impatient to play speaker Make 'em wait, teach'em how to thread the needle People hating people, that's horrible trained evil On the morning's eve, be encouraged, take action Only to receive distraction, distraction, distraction, fuck! What was I trying to accomplish? Non traditional, non-fictional, spit conscience Not to mention blunt when you take shots with Or take shots at, but might bounce back And bite your ass if we ever cross paths Cause you never bother questioning the cold hard facts Ever stop to ask to get out of my head The subconscious tap like a 90 light keg Now the thought crosses, coming out of my neck Spills into the palace of the fellas breaking bread Letras de cancionesSeeking balance, getting calluses instead Working hard, a valiant attempt I know we ain't dead yet We've been living through your internet You don't have to be everything you think We've been programmed, wake up We miss you So conflicting, my interest in this mission Try to walk away, feeling that nobody would listen When you're always known to take the road of least resistance You have to let it go, what's a plan without a vision? So confused what to do, can't see In our food, in our news, in our sleep It intrudes through the roots of our trees Inhaled in ourselves, get impaled when we breathe If it fails we excel and retreat From the tales of the chem. trails pails in the scrip Veils in the street, maam all held the week While our freedom goes stale, too impaired to get free We agree to debris to our silence No sirens, no fires and no violence More wires, more hard for their alliance More lies to hide behind so why try it? Talk about it, find people feel the same But larger conversations say people go astrained Maybe it's in vain working on a better day And hey maybe this will resonate From Letras Mania