Listened to the eaves drop the chorus
Someone muttered there's no future involved
Lost the shine on the language spoken standing right before us
Dark as the underbelly of foreign forests
Bottoms where the light dissolves
I thought I caught the meaning but didn't dare feign importance
Being but a seed misplaced
A common legacy
Blind searching the earth compulsive turning to refine some severed energy
While the flame slaves to stay burning
I found a stoop genius talking on some metaphorical memory
Otherwise illusionary
Polished but costs more than ever
Never has it had such a brash voice, poised to revolt again
We either walk upright by choice
Or carry that weight bent
Pessimistic and paranoid profits talking tongue in cheek meanwhile keep digits primed in you're pockets
It's ancient the force fed taste of pride in you're area code
The thought along of dying here leaves me nauseous
I'm determined to flip a script for mine with knowledge
Listened to the eaves drop the chorus
Someone muttered there's no future involved
Lost the shine on the language spoken standing right before us