The Greater Wrong of the Right

Hit me on the street while waiting to do nothing where
Within the space can anything feel certain look into
The future make out the word speak send in the spies
To watch them creepy are the people unable to do
Something sitting on an armchair fenced in their
Creation look up to be there anywhere is somewhere
Itchy past scratch the itch hit me in the streets hit
Me feel about a nation so precious is the freedom
Carousel the brass ring reach into a black mass so its
Corroded always polluted we all want some of it maybe
All the people now left without no loving where within
The strength gone better see it coming get off the
Fence trip rip up the garbage make it up to the earth
Bitch hit me in the streets hit me be a politician
Eroding all your freedoms down the rabbit hole cracks
Money markets fall through a looking glass time
Becomes too fast all to benefit the rich so keep
Eating from the apple edges from the center shaken to
The core until it doesn't matter no one to turn to no
Where to run to better the bomb to blow it HIT ME in
The streets

beat my head to wake up cause I feel as if I'm sleeping past is in the heart and I am waiting for the rhythm feed the holy jaws no saying pain is the answer after all is gone the story leaves me feeling empty and all alone it leaves me feeling emptE breathe we are all animals inside free the spirit is alive to guide us we're all alone and really feeling empty we're all alone when all revenge falls apart taken a step back from the start leaves me feeling empty IT

give it up today average levitation mojo no magic
dedicated delusion give it all away oh yeah mother
theresa all of it for the good of everyone never
really ever really happens life is all distorted
reasons are purported what we share with everyone
nothing every little boy and girl is under everything
is wrapped up tight underneath the spell what is
discovered everything is wrapped up tight every little
thing that is discovered did it ever really happen