Higher Joy

Masses looking for their happy in the spaces

That seem faceless

Call it fame.

We need more money.

Need more friends.

Need a flat tummy.

“ill be happy when…”

But until then

Im tripping on my own two feet

Cant see past the noise in front of me

Higher higher. that higher joy. higher higher. oh that higher joy. higher higher. that higher joy. higher higher. that higher joy. higher higher. oh that higher joy. higher higher. that higher joy.

Is it worth the desperation for the ashes and the sadness

Call it shame

Im down to zero

Need a friend

I need a hero

What is happy, then?

Is there a when?

Can someone show me who I am

And save me from the waves above my head?

Higher higher. that higher joy. higher higher. oh that higher joy. higher higher. that higher joy. higher higher. that higher joy. higher higher. oh that higher joy. higher higher. that higher joy.

Drops of heaven down the cheeks of all the faces that were aimless

Take a name

Is this a fever

Am I real

Or a believer

Find a happiness

Beyond the mess

In finally knowing who i am

Im never going back to where ive been

Higher higher. that higher joy. higher higher. oh that higher joy. higher higher. that higher joy. higher higher. that higher joy. higher higher. oh that higher joy. higher higher. that higher joy. higher higher. that higher joy. higher higher. oh that higher joy. higher higher. that higher joy. higher higher. that higher joy. higher higher. oh that higher joy. higher higher. that higher joy.