“The Human Race” - Get it?
sellout punk
you talk like a liar
the root of your funk
is written on your flier
years of communication
being tossed down the drain
for ego-fornication
it makes no sense to this brain
what possibly could have been done
to turn the juice so sour
just trying to have some fun
every minute of every hour
sometimes she walks not knowing where she’s going
just because it seems to be right for that moment
sometimes she talks without thinking about what she’s saying
just because babbling always beats dead air
sensitive man with fists full of fury and shield of stone
this isn’t an attack.
houston, we have a problem.
there seems to be a painful flood of bittersweet rain coming from the eye. the inner eye.
nailed to the cross, she
innocently becomes construction material. and for what? por qua?
when the distance was there, it was easier to care.
don’t think it’s about you because it’s not.
bipartisanman, what infuriated the commission team? the treaty has been abolished.
but there she stands next to that boat again.
it’s a clear sky and the seas are blue.
it’s a clear sky and the seas are blue.
so what you gonna do?
look.
she knows you are scared.
of this and of that.
she knows what you are thinking.
of this possibility and of that possibility.
it’s wrong. it’s all wrong. it’s incorrect. please stop. for the love of humanity. please.
with the passing of time, all she wants is understanding.
you want to know what she wants?
understanding.
it’s free. it doesn’t cost time. it doesn’t cost.
for why? por que?
she doesn’t know.
nothing makes sense these days anyways.
but that is all she wants. that is all she needs. that is all she desires. is understanding.
sincere and pure. understanding.