Ego is a god ****** quicksand
Inside the center of a black hole
A map to a wasteland
Where any star turns ice cold
The rich man is the most afraid
To be the flame that fades away
Rich nations are all the same
I hate the player and I hate the game
Where’s the change they promised?
No shame the game’s dishonest
No chains or fame for those being modest
Yet we never speak on it?
Keep the profits, keep the gold, I'l keep the soul
I Know it's worth, don't need it sold
It’s the greatest story ever told
A grace traced forever old
You can run back till the riddle ends
Where a sidewalk crack is a little friend
It’s Zen until it bends like the fate of a fickle trend
That shuts the faith of a middle man
Preaching...
Stuck to the ways of a little man
Reaching...
Stuck to the faith that you place on another man's reason
Stuck to the maze of a riddle-ass teaching
Stuck to the faith of a middle man
"Survival is a straight line"
That's what he heard through the grapevine
But nobody has the same mind, stray cats and the canines,
Everybody’s talking at the same time
So what is Truth?
For me, it’s: "what's the use?"
If somebody's always watching you
Would you hate them embrace them or make them enjoy the view?
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC
Ego is a god ****** quicksand
Inside the center of a black hole
A map to a wasteland
Where any star turns ice cold
The rich man is the most afraid
To be the flame that fades away
Rich nations are all the same
I hate the player and I hate the game
Where’s the change they promised?
No shame the game’s dishonest
No chains or fame for those being modest
Yet we never speak on it?
Keep the profits, keep the gold, I'l keep the soul
I Know it's worth, don't need it sold
It’s the greatest story ever told
A grace traced forever old
You can run back till the riddle ends
Where a sidewalk crack is a little friend
It’s Zen until it bends like the fate of a fickle trend
That shuts the faith of a middle man
Preaching...
Stuck to the ways of a little man
Reaching...
Stuck to the faith that you place on another man's reason
Stuck to the maze of a riddle-ass teaching
Stuck to the faith of a middle man
"Survival is a straight line"
That's what he heard through the grapevine
But nobody has the same mind, stray cats and the canines,
Everybody’s talking at the same time
So what is Truth?
For me, it’s: "what's the use?"
If somebody's always watching you
Would you hate them embrace them or make them enjoy the view?
Seeking enlightenment through the darkest corners of my psyche
