Falling Sickness Still Thirsty
and if this life's your canvas don't hesitate to paint you purpose over walls that paint your direction shout the thoughts your world is too scared to mention or have you been shackled to the sitcoms or have you been guided by the tabloids or are you just a mass consumer of popular opinion we've been organized to think and feel a lie and if you're thirsty for some truth there's a f..cking fountain inside of you overflowing by the seconds to flood you're empty life sharpen out the dullness you've been programmed to deny you look to groups and movements and counter culture sects to justify yourself as being intelligent buckled tightly to a scene, safely pinned to a philosophy doesn't make you radical or even significant as you parade through the glitz nose high in the air you swear you're painting your own picture but it's a shame that you can't do it
