Activist, pasifist, catalyst to wag a fist Throw up your peace signs show me how you manifest We all know those suffering for apathy are locked in a box
Just because we think of treasure not in terms of gold and silver Doesn?t mean that we don?t have our wealth Some say we have lost it But know in
You shake your fist at the waiting list And still insist this big cruel world has passed you by Sand moves fast through the hour glass and still another
Look we know exactly where you are Can't get the lid up off the jar Not feeling even what this world is offering Cause suffering is life and all life
damn, i see a crack in the dam like a smack to the man with his head in the sand and his back to the facts and his ass in his had i said damn i see a
Up on a cliff i saw a tree grow out of a solid rock I follow the root back down and found how it had begun Somewhere a seed had some how slipped inside
Two men come and disagree to agree Both one to the other saying what should be Each climbing higher up self righteous towers And catapulting ?shoulds
I no longer see me in your eyes so either i'm gone or your gone Or both of us moved on out of body float on ceilings speaking nothing, sparing feelings
these are no normal times my friends i can see the storm clouds gathering try to close your eyes to the ignorance and lies but it still feels like a heavy
are you falling down drunk are you falling down trying do you walk with the sheep do you roar with the lion are you singing your war cry or are you just
I try to walk away and she comes runnin'. I try to get in close, she runs away. She'll do anything you want if you are leavin'. That is, anything you
When i would play when i was a child I swore that i would never forget no I will never forget no! ?There?s nothing so tall we can?t climb over There
These obstacle illusions man i know they cause you pain But poisoning your well, lonely living life in vein Oh brother please brother please don't make
blame is as useful a tool as the time when you swung with an ax to knock the fly off my forehead worry prevents problems as often as coffins soften the
Nobody knows how it goes in guantanamo Terror level orange fear fall like dominoes Leap but not looking let's jump geranamo Nobody knows what goes in
In every tribe only a few would wonder What?s beyond that hill Who will go, fewer still you know And you?ll find in every shape and every kind The
if this day got any worse i'd be dropping a verse about a doctor and a nurse and a cop and hearse but if its like a rehearsed where the meek get the earth
