we spend our whole lives with one goal in mind in pursuit of something far too hard to find every minute we give to intangible ideals we grasp for air as we fall behind
a police man a priest a dancer on a pole we’re all just the same we’re all searching for souls for our own – or another for one of a kind to be different and the same but we’re too **** blind
to see what’s infront of us or even look around to see what’s going down around and if we don’t take a minute to look around …we’re all going down we’re all going d o w n
you scream, WE’RE IMPRISONED to a society numbed eyes still forward in a line ten-hut! sit, stand, come
while the evening news informs us the media involves us the remote control controls us and the grocery store consoles us I have to think, well, I must ask… what do we work for anymore?