I feel what I am; I am not what I feel
Trigger trigger
Like a pistol
A propensity
Automatic mechanisms
Past decisions
Mold the sense of identity
The sentiment our leash
Big plus bigger
Equals better
So American
Got to stomach through the static
So emphatic
Who we are if we win
Or if we lose
What I say is what it is
Sinks on in to be imprinted
In my body
But my spirit knows
I can throw my body in the sand and I wouldn't feel the blow
Tunnel vision
Pump the brain
It's bliss in overdrive
To be happy
That's the goal
Avoid uncomfortable
Does that make us feel alive
What's that say about me
All the misinterpretations
Dictating where we go
Grief and pain internalized
Labeled and classified
As reasons we're less than whole
Such stories we see
What I say it what it is
Sinks on in to be imprinted
In my body
But my spirit knows
I can throw my body in the sand I wouldn't feel the blow
Sinks on in to be imprinted
In my body
But my spirit knows
I can throw my body in the sand I wouldn't feel the blow
