| I’ve had dreams of unity, within our society, there could never be
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| Watching patiently, living frantically, hurrying to go nowhere
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| Craving to succeed
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| I get this maddening feeling
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| Faced with abatement, constant tornado rage
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| Projected at my foes
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| Struggle to deal with terms, the thing I can’t control
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| I am appalled blistering my soul, frothing in disgust
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| Stomach acid churns
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| Red syndrome
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| Fully consumed
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| Trapped in a nightmare
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| In a mental tomb
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| Living in riptide
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| Desensitized
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| Leeches are sucking my life dry
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| Everyday I struggle to survive
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| Finally drowning in a sea of stress
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| Smashed against rocks in my mind
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| Tearing apart what’s left of reason
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| Someday we will all get along, but through war amongst ourselves
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| Let’s all get stoned
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| Break down those cultural barriers
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| Seeing what the true meaning f life is all about
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| You know what I don’t give a fuck…
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| We were never meant
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| To be friends
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| I struggle just to pay my rent
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| Immolate bowl
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| Of dank skunk
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| Everyday people struggle with their jobs, and relationships
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| Band tour their asses off across their homelands
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| Putting out CD’s
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| Never making anything back
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| All for the love of music
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| Or to smuggle weed is very hard
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| Dogs sniff away your rights
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| …don't sell your soul for fifteen minutes of fame |