Everything seems to be so complicated
Understated or overrated
Out of bounds or poorly created
Faded Kings with shining crowns... peddling mattresses on sale after the prices have been inflated

Promises are nothing more
Than an eight letter combination lock
That seem to crumble to dust with just one click of the clock

So we stand in line and await our time... to be sheared
And then we will be able to join a sympathetic flock

But at some point....

The truth became a spare tire for that car we keep up on blocks

Instead we walk with a limp down the road... our shoes full of lies like tiny rocks

Thinking that we will get a pass from all the heartless haters that

Rely on those stumbling, painful, non gainful... Ghost like images of a rat

No one will trust you to be just another fortune teller that's   always drunk on cheap wine

Yet they say it's okay... because all you want when you're drunk is just another sip
And then ... without a price to pay or gold to gain
The truth is the truth this time

But still things just seem to be so **** complicated, understated or completely overrated.