What you want
Is rarely what you end up with
The carnal need
They push away the honesty
You try to come convey ideas and dreams
But no one cared enough to see
Your patience made you sell your soul
So here you are on the radio
Inside you are growing old
You're fading out of stereo
And what you need
Some hasty feel and company
That string to creed
We are simian ghost eternally
That string to creed
We are simian ghost eternally
That string to creed
We are simian ghost eternally
