Inspiration flows like a deep, dark ocean,
Comes in waves and sets me in motion,
Gives my heart a sense of sol'mn [solemn] devotion,
To something that's beyond my emotion,
Something stronger than this [fiery] potion…
Head swirling in pain, Heart thumping in vain,
Chest heaving in strain, Mind pulsing with [the] vein…
Sweat pouring like rain, fate’s not what I [had] deigned…
Running down the road I paved, this truth is seen quite
plain.
Falling down to what I craved, in the glory I’ve
lain--slain.
What the hell is all this commotion?!
Charge the crowd…I mean lo-co-motion…
Pushing, pulling…this big, bad notion…
Just to see the night’s big pro-motion …
Back up Jack ‘fore I serve the demotion…
Masses going insane, the Sheep are running in vain,
Wolves moving in campaign, I’m looking on with distain…
I’ve got too much on the brain…It’s just too much to
explain…
Tell me-- who’s gonna maintain, this way of life [that] we
[try to] feign…
Too proud to show the emotion…
Too stubborn for absolution…
Too smart to believe the illusion…
Too pissed to reach a solution [too pissed for a peaceful
solution]…
Too tired to seek retribution…
Mind racing just like a train, But face [is] more silent
than Kurt Cobain,
Words connected all in a chain, Lyrics flowing just like
champagne,
The social alcohol now helps restrain, the masses from their
work—so profane,
So while they’re tripping on word cocaine, I’m moving freely
now—against the grain.
Delving deep into this new notion…
Trying to understand this deep devotion…
To things so base in their actuation…
Fighting off this strong dark addiction…
Ending now this sharp—heart affliction…
Cutting of its flow to the brain, heart and mind both stop
[this] fearful reign,
My will and spirit both break the chain, that bound me
tightly to this fake charade,
I won’t fall in line at this masquerade, dancing like a fool
in this parade,
Walk away, I won’t stand in [this] parade, to please the
masses who forget my name.
I’ve seen the heart of this selfish promotion…
No regard at all for friend or family devotion…
No respect at all for works of godly motion…
Lacking honest, truthful introspection…
Into themselves and in the ways of intuition…
I won’t just stand here gawking in vain, helplessly watching
events unfolding the same…
I won’t watch these lives being taken-maimed, won’t keep
quiet as addictions pay for [this] game…
I am not the one who should be ashamed, my thoughts and my
opinions aren’t the ones to blame…
For the murder of the suppliers, the pushers and the buyers,
and of those simply in the way…
You think of me as a goody-two shoes…as someone who’s
afraid…to stand against you, showing the errors in your ways…
But don’t piss me off guey…’cause I promise…you’ll feel it
just the same…as those who disregard me…as those who forget my name…
Haha…you don’t even know my face…but one fact still remains,
That even though my face and name aren't within your brain…
Once our paths have crossed these ways…
Never… in your life… will you ever be the same…
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