The seeds have been shaded on

Light it up, Light it up, Light it up, Light it up, Light it up

Do you feel like somethings there too

Hiding this whole time, always in view

Come out come out, no one is afraid

Whats worse could happen trap me in a cage

Make me feel love pain rage

Everything i want then take it all away

Turn me to a slave for my cravings

Tell me that im fat and im lazy

Left in a trance in front of a tv let the media have its way with me

We all get a fix plus fringe benefits

Ignorant little shit

Conscious, smart as a whip

So simple so sick affects poor and rich all the skin pigments

Got a bit of jump back hit you when it unpacks

Clap clap clap flew through that one last

Blast blast blast evacuation

Panick stricken assassination

On the tip of some off script - toxic logic

Lost grip plummet - bled out, carried a lot of clout, that wave of fresh new thinkers? bring em out

Less trees more ass to mouth, mother hubbards cupboard stale crackers on the shelves

Were all in the same soup, bigot

Enough clucks out of you, chicken

Feel the cush start second guessing the push

I get comfortable in the same old lies

Its the jet stream, that youre left fleeing

Look straight through the mist till the day Im blind

Restlessly sleeping, awoke by some sort of power

Two fifty-six in the morning, a familiar hour

Is it our nature that makes them feel comfortable

Tossed by the way side like most of us normal folk

Were just some normal folks

Couple regular old Joes

Time sped up, line let up

Do you wanna go is your mind made up?

Steps taken up, watch as they mess up

Walk with a lean, a lotta energy

Anticipate the beat boss on my feet

Shred when i walk hop bop in the streets

Love how you talk that flock isnt weak

Hear what is heard? stock pilling a fleet

They were told we were all meek, I see beasts other than wolves among these sheep

Underworld, less ran more toured

Political dungeion everythings been scured its a shishkabob take your mittens off

I been this hard to copy since a disk would flop

Amiga - multimedia - or maybe just a feminine friend

Restlessly sleeping, awoke by some sort of power

Two fifty-six in the morning, a familiar hour

Is it our nature that makes them feel comfortable

Tossed by the way side like most of us normal folk

There are strangers among them

You can feel it so strong

A new day is dawning

The ceilings are gone

Chakras burning that third eye returns

Theres more to the maze they built than hedges and turns

Ive been thinking differently like all my life

You better get me with a knife gun shot in the night