Am I singing?

Or am I just talking shit to a crowd?

Crying out some random stuff

'Till it connects with someone

I fucking wish that guy would shut up

So I could finish my thoughts fully

Jesus Christ, I hate this I can't stand it

What the fuck's happening?

What's happening to me?

Find a resonant point to correct

Push it 'till it splits

Past the point of moving backwards

And are you satisfied with this?

Do you need to sit down and assess

The strategies surrounding everything?

The feeling lingers

I try to make myself lost in the crowd

Crying out some random stuff

'Till it connects with someone

My voice is heard but it's no more valid than the next person who

Buys the round and turns around to no one

Find a resonant point to correct

Push it 'till it splits

Past the point of moving backwards

And are you satisfied with this?

Do you need to sit down and assess

The strategies surrounding everything?

And I don't wanna change or rearrange my life

According to some new age magazine

That I found on the toilet seat

And all that hippie shit just ain't for me

I don't believe that you can change your life if you change your mind

That shit sounds like blasphemy

That sounds like bullshit to me

That shit sounds like blasphemy