What do I do now with all my manufactured dreams? I am corporate bred to lust after shiny things – What do I do now that I know it’s not the way? – but it’s in my DNA, my very soul I have betrayed, Lord what do I do now?
I’ve got a penchant for fighting with my words, it’s a deep down lasting hurt, sharing pain is my comfort – I’ve got a way to string you all along, hypnotize you with my song, use the divine to right my wrongs.
I’ve got a way to distribute all my shame, to pretend that it is love and wrap you up in my name – I’ve got a way to cry out all my tears, pretend it is a song and wrap you up in my fears
Ain’t nothing for free in a world of duality, everything is give and take – everything is love and hate – ain’t nothing for free when I am you and you are me, I will seep in your consciousness and remove your sanity
Too angry, too tired, too far down this path to ever want to sing another song – too angry, too tired to ever really know what’s going on – so wrap me up in your love, I want to forget what’s below and what’s above – so wrap me up in your love and let me picture a world beyond what my dreams are made of.