I don’t have the energy to combat what I see without denial
~So lucky I can look away~
I’d rather silently believe in my beliefs, it’s much less of a trial
~Luxuries I found, my feet, the ground, the womb~
I prefer to lyrically wax on, wax off ‘bout topics that hardly matter
~Masses heaving on that shit, my spit is gold~
More fun to sing loud, light heart for crass laughs
~More use, the big truth, poetry, humanity~
Don’t have to be so serious
~Seriously, got this~
Chance to throw shapes and dance
~Stand atop the mountain~
I write these words in a fit of epiphanies!
I wanna write about shaggin’ my latest squeeze!
When the world’s going down the toilet
Do we stick hands in the shit or ignore it?
How can we get along if we can’t sing along?
But hey, it’s been a long day, let’s call it