4. Cold Word

nows the time to keep enemies close
note find a tighter rope to climb out from under the microscope
they say life is a road
my minds twenty five thousand feet above tokyo
passionate like lovers moans
pulling people out comfort zones
not efficient like those other drones
but the best like mother knows
from we proudly present to you to thats all folks
summoned a dead friend got em to come
but no indication if the water gets drunk
by night i find myself in a bottle of rum
sitting in the street cats gotten my tongue
i stole enough from this world all that i could ask for and more
now i wonder whats next in store
ive had nowhere to go wandering the street
and decided all i have is the beat
some let the devils horns loose
and make a toast mix the champagne with the orange juice
i say lets grind it out until this life is worn through
and nobody can tell if real or dream is more true
that morning i awoke unaware
cigarette smoked floated up the stairs
cant open my eyes too much glare from the sun
roll over back to relaxing ignorance one
minute til im rudely awakened by the truth
of it all everything big and small
if you think you know it all you probably dont have a clue
let your mind wander out and itll come right back to you
think about the fact that you were born and now youll die
do you pretend to know the reason or just simply wonder why
why? we

babble on and on, babble on and on
lies upon lies, lies upon lies
babble on and on, babble on and on
lies upon lies, tower up to the sky

to reach the stars glowing lights instead
of our own photo album we maintain until our death
this pictures perfect except the brain in that persons head
this cold world creates such a sad story
loosely based on heartbreak and missing messiahs
the truth erased creates illusions of gaia
actions speak louder than words
but just cuz you shout something doesnt mean that its worth being heard
so quiet down like meditating
anything worth pointing out already goes without saying
dont know why what or who wrote the script and yet don no wai wut or hoo rote tha script n yet
we all play out our roles until they tear down the set
its getting hard to breathe with the world on my chest
i stare into the mirror and take a minute to reflect
information interstate of mind
reading books of lies with crooked eyes
paralyzed by imperfection stood in line
we couldve wouldve shouldve took the time dont look surprised
wise men dont try to justify sin
but after all were only human so lets all just dive in
some dream of what seems more exciting
crowd roaring thunder and camera flash lightning
but when the [weIt] builds up how much lower can you sink
the price on your heads a lot lower than you think