Cool the temperature because you're causing immense friction
That I cant follow because of the wild wind whistling
From your speed up and down mood swinging no decision
On the thought at hand where's your plan Stan are you listening?

I'm sick and tired of people talking big, but walking in the shadows
Shut it up unless you step it up and stop acting so small and shallow
In your ignorance nothing is fixed and you remain shameful and hollow
We have to open more doors to afford a better connection to the main core so follow

Don't speak until you're spoken to or if you know what you're saying is worth the weight of looking like a   fool
If it's for being cool then you can sit back on the stool because this game doesn't exist that you long and drool for I'm trying to soar, but I feel torn because my heart is worn on the sleeve for everybody and its slowly rotting like the earth that we've all forgotten while we're beating and robbing from ourselves and the soul of the world taking innocence from the boys and the girls and making them dealing with the broken promises of granted wishes as long as they give all of their reminiscing to the past and continue to fall just like their parent's and hit the wall, shotgun call, but then they're missing the lessons that taught them along the journey that teaches us how to be strong
I'm pleasing the universe while righting the wrong.