
Date of issue: 07.11.2018
Song language: English
A Ticket Away |
Hold up, you’re choosing me to come evacuate, emigrate from great failure and |
evade the states, escape this place, I’m game, the fate of the world is bleak, |
it’s a shame, but I won’t wait for darkness to peak |
And I’m tired of news, I’m tired of the two stark views, I’m tired of guns |
Tired of the two loose screws, and words we choose, excuses, the way we use |
School shootings to push agenda and to lose our cool |
So who’s who when everybody’s getting mad just for the fuck of it |
Earth is fucked, Mars is waiting for me to discover it |
God damn, God’s plan isn’t for me |
I gotta better way to get up, just know I gotta be free |
And I’m a ticket away from being accepted today |
People they say that being a prick is the way, that being a dick is okay, |
but being a cricket is brave |
So i’ll keep my mouth shut, just suck it up and obey |
So do ya get it |
Nothing’s getting done on the planet, man it’s pathetic |
Every single man is a manic, it’s so poetic |
How the people push and they panic, an anesthetic |
Could not even put us to sleep |
I wish it was a dream |
But it’s probably not so imma bounce |
You can tell the press to confiscate my quarter of an ounce |
Quarter of a pound and my dose of DMT |
I won’t be needing that when there’s no gravity |
I’ll be so far from hell, so far removed from greed |
Tell your God damn rulers not to intercede |
You had your chance down there, now you can burn like weed |
When Mother Nature strikes, don’t get in touch with me |
I won’t invite you up, not even if you plead |
You can drown in cash as everybody bleeds |
Bloody banker blokes, you modern bourgeoisie |
You’ll see that when Earth falls there are no deportees |
And you will all be gone |
Gone like the wind and winning to fall there isn’t any sorta prize at the end |
of the conference call, just another way to adopt a more profitable economy, |
we gotta be a free for all, opportunistic colony, policy and the pursuit of |
profit apparently |
Fade away and die forever, so save the economy |
Not the Cherokee |
Not the fuckin mammals undersea |
Not the animals that gotta a population under three |
Not the national parks |
Population of bees |
Archeological landmarks |
Forests of trees |
No those are second to trucks, you suckers don’t need to breathe, |
we need to build more cars, right? |
Prolong the disease |
I’m gettin' sicker by the minute, like an underfed leech |
I’m sittin' pretty in the bottom of a barrel of bleach |
I’m thinking when I finally spin it I could murder a speech |
And push it to the limit like I freakin' patented preach |
(Impeach the world) |
The president, and all that’s beneath |
Your government is settin' precedents to pulverize peace |
They’re wrapping round your way of thinking like a myelin sheath |
I gotta half a mind to sink into a bottle and leave |
And I’m a ticket away |
Tick tickata bam |
I’m blowing this bitch and I’m bouncing, sick of bullshit and scams |
There’s no time for delay |
There’s no more time for the gram |
I’m bowin' out and breaking through just like a battering ram |
Said I’m a ticket away, forget your great uncle sam |
I’m with a party of prophets and making important plans |
Yes I’m a ticket away |
Now I know what I am |
I’m nothing on this planet but I’m 2020 out there man |