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Nothing's gonna change my world. (x4)I'm traveling this maze, With a javelin,Taking aim at abdomens, Stumbling as I guilt trip From pixie dust particles, laced with the American way of conformityI lash out in defense of culture to stimulate dormancyBut i'll rest for a secondAnd build on my mass collectionAsk questions of worth, since birthCompile images, styled by each lessonCursed with illogical thinking in eyes of societyCrash parties of orthodox Without the ignorant inviting meThe path I'm destined to walk is wideningBut narrow to the close-mindedHidden by brush and greenery, I can't see, but my flows find itBlinded as I step through this forest of activistsDodging thorns of the normDecoding life's puniest form disguises a pasifistAfter this confrontation with this beast of regretA tainted existence is the resort of taking a breathSo i hold back and don't inhale, Letras de cancionesTo see where life takes meElevate flesh to a level of stress 'cause i believe life hates me.Nothing's gonna change my world. (x4)Don't stop in a sea of normlessnessAnd abandoned crowds that stand around And wait for their performancesI wait in that coul de sac to see what Karma givesCause what goes around, comes around,Holds weight in a lake I'm born to swimWill I drown due to the obesity of my thought process?As gravity pulls down to impede my self conquestFilling my pockets with payments of nonsenseWhile the cover charge ??? play of my life is ????At times I stand on the edge of this cliff and forget rapBefore I step across that threshold where ??? bends and splits atI try to evade the barricades and downplay the mishapsConvincing myself that the speech isn't related to the syntaxMy emotional famine is at an all time heightWhere I'm forced to raionalize between comfort and what's rightBut when I write I'm comfortablePen and compass is the agony Of the turmoil dinged existence of the Shakespearian tragedyBut does this hero die due to his flaws?Or will I float in pergatory state before I take the fallSo for now I won't wait itTrudgin through knee-high satanContemplating whether I should stay on this frequency or change the stationCause now I'm tuned in to ruinFalling flat on my abstractToo intimidated to press on But not depressed enough to backtrackThe story too ??? to be laughed at, too surreal to be realisticDangling between an individual and a statisticWill I see the light at the end of the tunnelOr has there been an avalanche that closes off the outletSnuffing the option of if I'll have a chance to escape this fateOr is it by choice I walk this road?Why did I get enclosed, continuing progress but feel frozeNothing's gonna change my world. (x4) From Letras Mania