Mind drifting deeper into the sea of thoughts
And I could never find my reason
Why we all change like seasons
Seems to me pleading and bleeding
Wont, change a **** thing
Meaning, my lives very own meaning
Meeting the devil and the angel
Can you see what I’m seeing or is it nothing
They never could tell if the prophet was bluffing
But something must ring when the lady doesn’t sing
And the people cry war and change, all slaves
Change what I’m payed for the minimum wage
See the synonyms slave, so I walk on pave
Meant and vent my conscious
Collect my cents, all guilty in a sense
But until that judgment, let me be me