So many blah blah blah that you can’t hear a thing.
So many lalala its hard to hear them sing.
The city lights are so bright that the stars cannot be seen.
Workers work so hard, but they don’t make a thing. Cars so fast and filthy, food is just the same.
You wake, but still asleep, continuing the game. Crowded streets full of strangers, cribs abandoned for a job.
Married, not in love and your friends are just a mob.
Wandering of the tongue, it just won’t slow down.
Your mind on autopilot, why won’t you shut your mouth.
I offered you my gardens, my table, and my house.
But you ran to the gutter, and you shove garbage in your mouth.
I gave you a future, a way, and a name.
But you ran into the desert, to die among the snakes.