A pop singer never hits the note,
But still makes a hit.
Your feet belongs in a ten,
But you try to make the thirteens fit.
We tend to hide behind the strong,
But we feel courageous.
On the surface we must stop hiding,
Learn your place, look Life in its face.
Our classification has moved to the point,
That either we're ****** or kings, ******* or queens.
In my mind I don't believe it,
I think this is their way of pulling strings.
Have you ever wondered why liquor is on every corner?
They want us to drink to our grave.
We need to break the chains inside our very mind,
Because little do we know we're living as mental slaves.
Life is a moment, but the soul is eternal,
So no need to ask why,
We walk telling no truth,
Because we live the truest lie.
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 5:30 PM UTC
A pop singer never hits the note,
But still makes a hit.
Your feet belongs in a ten,
But you try to make the thirteens fit.
We tend to hide behind the strong,
But we feel courageous.
On the surface we must stop hiding,
Learn your place, look Life in its face.
Our classification has moved to the point,
That either we're ****** or kings, ******* or queens.
In my mind I don't believe it,
I think this is their way of pulling strings.
Have you ever wondered why liquor is on every corner?
They want us to drink to our grave.
We need to break the chains inside our very mind,
Because little do we know we're living as mental slaves.
Life is a moment, but the soul is eternal,
So no need to ask why,
We walk telling no truth,
Because we live the truest lie.