Lyrics So Far to Go - Jehst

So Far to Go

All we got is ideas and dreams, man.)
We’ve come so far
But we’ve got so far to go
Yo, stereotypes define us, vices delight us
Lifeless zombies
Dragging our feet through the detritus
Trying to decipher, put my soul on the page
My life’s on the line
The light that I shine in the darkest of times
Exposing the plight of the marginalised
City nights vibrant, the sex and the violence;
These are the things prevalent in my environment
Hopeless addiction, moments of crisis
Hidden from sight like spy planes' high-tech cloaking devices
Smoking the pipe is
One way of life where the rodents and mice live
Following the pied piper’s song
In the rat race for the wong
Wizard with a white beard waving a wand
Like boom-bada-boom, now everybody gone
Buzzed in the spell
Magic in my hands
Life is what happens when you’re making other plans
Magic in my hands
Life is what happens when you…
We’ve come so far
But we’ve got so far to go
We’ve come so far
(There's a fucking jungle out there when you get outdoors)
But we’ve got so far to go
(And there’s snow coming round, check the weather reports)
Oblivion
Reap the seeds that we sow
Come so far, but we’ve got so far to go
Stay acquainted
But the truth’s so hard to know
Can’t relate to the route
Because the path that you choose is your own…
There’s a fucking jungle out there when you get outdoors
And there’s snow coming round, check the weather reports
Yeah, every episode’s the same
Cocaine to the brain put you on a higher plain
White lines to the face
Trying to escape
I’m write the guide to recognising my saints
They say there’s a time and place
But the time is right now, and the place is where I’m based
Graduate from the powder to the base
No power in your life, no flowers in a vase
Forbidden fruit’s so sour to the taste
Hear the sound of the police, every hour it’s a chase
No change
Empty rhetoric on a poster with a token black
You better obey
Slay any righteous man who get in the way
Who led 'em astray?
No regular wage
Just a head full of rage, hand on the twelve-gauge
Take a stand on the world stage
They say the good die young
So who’s the bad guy if only the rich reach old age?
We’ve come so far
But we’ve got so far to go
We’ve come so far
(There's a fucking jungle out there when you get outdoors)
But we’ve got so far to go
(And there’s snow coming round, check the weather reports)