OLD DAYS

You say that, then there is nothing, nothing

Yes, but you don't understand

Everything that's been going on around here— destruction

And I don't see anything scientific about human beings suffering

What can that be?

Well, isn't this scientific?

For now

Someone told me

"Stay away from places makin' you lonely"

I said, "Keep quiet"

Tell that shit to Readers Digest

I don't want to hear another word out your fuckin' mouth, keep quiet

No compromisin', no perfect rhyming

No emphasizing the situation arising

No switching sides and no socializing

I'ma redesign every brick on the wall of the world in my own way

Somewhere, somehow

We'll turn their life into right now

Someday we'll both say

"We've come so far from the old days"

I say, you say, sinnin' all until Sunday

I pray, then you pray, don't you know none of that goes away?

Worship on the cross, scraping up your shit

Just to miss out where it costs, service full of hypocrites

So, baby, can you please rapture me? Please, rapture me

And wherever I go, look out for me

Somewhere along the middle our halves will meet

I don't need nothing else, no need, please

Please, please (And all we still live in darkness)

Please, please (No, no I don't want to go on listening to this)

Please, please (This can't be scientific, this can't be scientific)

Please, please (I don't want to—, ah, ahh, ahh)

Please, please (Ahh)

Please, please, (Ahh)