How can it become
My form of rebellion
Is speaking the truth?
Soothsayers could not talk to God
The way I can
And you are not god
You are man
The whole worlds a cynic
What can you do for me?
And all that I see
Idiotic people everywhere
People people people
And people are stupid
The whole worlds a cynic
What can people offer?
How can it become
My form of rebellion
Is loving on?
Mystics don't know the spirits
The way I do
They talk to you
You haven't got a clue
The whole world's a cynic
What do we give?
Just people multiplying
Not living than dying
People people people
And people are stupid
The whole me is a cynic
And if I have nothing to say
That you want to hear
Nothing to make you smile when you don't deserve it
My form of rebellion is speaking truth
That goes over your head and through the roof
Something you'll never comprehend
But don't worry, I understand
People are stupid
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
How can it become
My form of rebellion
Is speaking the truth?
Soothsayers could not talk to God
The way I can
And you are not god
You are man
The whole worlds a cynic
What can you do for me?
And all that I see
Idiotic people everywhere
People people people
And people are stupid
The whole worlds a cynic
What can people offer?
How can it become
My form of rebellion
Is loving on?
Mystics don't know the spirits
The way I do
They talk to you
You haven't got a clue
The whole world's a cynic
What do we give?
Just people multiplying
Not living than dying
People people people
And people are stupid
The whole me is a cynic
And if I have nothing to say
That you want to hear
Nothing to make you smile when you don't deserve it
My form of rebellion is speaking truth
That goes over your head and through the roof
Something you'll never comprehend
But don't worry, I understand
People are stupid
Peasants, pions, be denied of onion rings.
