| We all know it but we don’t show it
|
| Hard to admit it, but get a grip now
|
| In the same sandpit throwing toys and splashing
|
| Sand’s in our eyes
|
| Blurry’s our sight to say the least
|
| My analyzer’s shallow but I think he has a point
|
| It keeps me on the ground and carry my whole 'cause
|
| One died another dying, and don’t delve deeper
|
| Just a game for the intellected
|
| Blurry’s our sight to say the least
|
| To save a nation from a bad economy
|
| Is like sailing away on an endless sea
|
| To save a nation from a bad economy
|
| Is like sailing away
|
| To save a nation from a bad economy
|
| Is like sailing away on an endless sea
|
| Part 2
|
| You say it spells naivety, what became of
|
| A reader and a thinker man in a desert desolate place
|
| It burned the rope at both ends, polarized and victimized
|
| Failed to see infinity, that I get from society
|
| Violated, separated, we are incarcerated
|
| Like a time bomb burning, refusing to explode
|
| Denying your weaknesses, again you’re splashing sand
|
| Hindering progress, checking for your own land |