so here it is
judging this world as a crime
this black portfolio with a smile face sticker in the middle
and you will never guess whats inside
peace please and how
Pride of nations which remain a sin in my eyes
lies and liars and essays of judgement
But i remain the insensitive one
I'm ancient history sitting in this chair
learning all my lessons
and the expression on your face
whose insensitive?
flags being burned
churches teaching one another to fight instead of get along?
zodiacs of arts of war and then used as miracle play for kings and queens
and we want to talk about a body rush
when u should be freeing your soul?
how do u cry again and again?
you probably don't remember
but I'm one of the chosen few who went ahead
and tried to pull through
and now i have this advice to give
from me to you
In this black file folder
with a smiley face sticker
i Judged your world like a crime
What if it wasn't for nothing
the facts the truth
of hospitals and malpractice
runaways and child abuse
and I'm being insensitive
I'm being insensitive
just don't give up the feeling
don't stop trying
the midnight trains go anywhere
the city boys
are sometimes unprepared for what life often swears
and in this file folder I'm sitting in a smokey room
crying tears and it goes on
with these strangeness
and I'm waiting for something
to help me
find you
deep inside
the streetlights
you're moving on
backwards into
the fires
and I'm trying to do what i can
in this lonely hospital swearing and cursing gods
that don't listen
and man needs a plan
to be spared of the harsh reality of who will win and who will lose
it doesn't matter when the movie we are goes on and on
we're just strangers waiting in the shadows searching for a fight
will we ever find our devotion hiding somewhere in this mind?
In this file folder with this smiley face sticker
Ive left a few clues of why there are
world;d wars and lies
why we are the Way we are
and philosophized what i could and now i must move on and hold on
to my feelings
its almost impossible that i have seen it all for the first time
like a beautiful disaster scared of the anti breaks
I'll tell you my dreams and scream exquisitely
all damned as i seem
more heaven then i could hold
not everything caves in
because it just ain't right
and i don't know
every chapter ends in laughter
but i do know if we could hold on through the sense of exaggerated emotion
and we were as strong as we believe our tragedy would do less damage then our souls would believe
it just isn't right hold on tight
i don't know where the next chapter ends in tears or laughter
but its beautiful and if you could
believe all my fears and psycho babble you would see the beauty and disaster
I'm longing for happy logical
wait a minute is this a miracle?
stuck in this file folder
I've judged the wor;ld as a crime of streetlight people
and now i see a beautiful disaster
I'm wondering if I've been insensitive
and i wish i could turn back time
and do it again oh my disconnected child
we are a rhythm nation just sing it again
and now you'll do what they tell u
in the end u do what they tell u
cause theyre burning crosses
raging against the machine and killing in the name of