Lyrics Madness - Subculture Sage

Madness

Chances are, 'cause i wear this silly grin
the moment you come into view
chances are you think that I’m in love with you
Why do we do this to ourselves?
We do this over and over and over and over again
Round and round we go
(round and round we go)
Ah, we’re all just going round in circles
If 1 equals 1 then how come so much that it hurts you?
The worst truthis the wounds are actually self-inflicted
You’ve only got yourself to blame if the whole thing ends in stitches
Do we ride on, and let bygones be bygones
cause all we all we want is love, love love
and we chase it like ratrace for the papers
so a man stands for his babeh
it’s a grand slam for the ages
I woke in love again
who would have thought for heartbroken it would come again
fuck it then
might as well get a bun in the oven
lonely savage
it’s not like this planets overcrowded
or that people should adopt more
or clocked that recreation should just stop for a second
we’ve got babies having babies for their child support
what are we doing?
are we acting as we should?
are we being proper humans?
if loves the most powerful energy that exists
how come it only lasts a bit
and then afterwards feels like shit
we sit there and tell ourselves
«nope, never again, love’s not for me, I’m going celibate friends»
and all it bloody takes is a half decent conversation with the opposite sex
and you’re back on the activating
never forsaken
always the top of contemplation
and who can blame us?
the whole globes runs off fornication
sex sells, so why are we not all millionaires?
i mean, someone’s making money but no one seems to care
3 quatrers still asleep, living life within a dream
and working hard for 50 weeks and spending 2 to think in peace
we’re trapped up in the circle of love
what is found is then lost cause one though it wasn’t enough
chances are cause I wear this sillg grin,
the moment you come into view,
chances are you think that I’m in love with you
Ah, this is all just meant to
a vicious circle of wishful purposed energy
and evetually we come the concluded rest in peace that
love is more about pain than it seems
it’s crazy how we do it
I mean, love is really all there is about us humans
we love eachother, spiritually consciously coexist
but that same love of ego as left society where it is so
the question is can we truly love
or will love ironically be the end of us soon enough
true love does exist
i believe to my gut
it just takes 2 souls to take it and make it through the rough
but, fuck
I mean easier said than done
because paranoia’s a bitch and jealousy’s a cunt
and how we think we’re ready to share love with someone else
when we can’t even love this planet, let alone ourselves
It’s like we should takes our hearts and put it on a shelf
and just leave that there for you and nobody else
but of course the opposite sex can love eachother
we’ve got fathers, brothers, sons, daughters, sisters, and mothers but
husbands and wives?
well that normally ends in troubles
sweet honeymoon period then *pop* goes your bubble
you can stay together and in love just like some do
but ask those who are and they’ll tell you it’s a struggle so,
are we all destined for cursed marriage?
or is it that nothing come easy that’s worth having
it’s up to you what you do with love once you’ve found it
feed it from your soul or let your ego drown it
I stand astounded
have i clocked it here in this rhyme?
love’s only relevant to an actual period of
I’ll sit back and smile through my crooked teeth
I’m done loooking for love,
I’m gunna let love come look for me
Chances are cause I wear this silly grin,
the moment you come into view,
Chances are you think that I’m in love with you