Tymework Listen
[Verse 1]
Eyes glued to the screen, the helpless mind stuck in a dream
The televisions teaching you lies, but its all you believe
Pick up a dictionary maybe and see what you can read
Idealogical nonsense is all you seem to really conceive
Its disasterous
I dont know how you can even look past this
The raptures rationality blasting
And burning the minds pasteurs
Im hungry and Im yearning
And Im looking for answers
Im boutta walk up in the white house
Like "Yo, did you plan this?"
Indoctrinations slipping under ice and searching
It bleeds
Through the surface
Serving its maniacal purpose
The birthing of servants
Making all of man kind worthless
Impacting earth to the point where we're
Tossing kids in the furnace
It seems like we'll never learn
Deteriorating logic
Sitting, pleading, dying
Nearly dissolved in the urn
Im growing concern
As to how we'll fully adapt
When the roads are paved in wire
And microchips are in our backs
Yeah
[Chorus x2]
Im telling you to listen to me
Theres more there than what you already see
Forming and shaping to what they taught you to be
That ain't me, I'll die fighting before they make me believe
[Verse 2]
Drowning in the waters
A dying lake of deceit
I can't breathe
Im seeing shadows capturing me
Envisioning leaves
Falling from the upswept trees
Painted gently with brush strokes
Of violet and green
In the light I see a hope from
A sea of beliefs
Sunk deep through the screen
Of a monotonous scheme
It relieves the pressure
Gathering between
Poorly woven knees
I re-open my eyes to a shattered belief
A scream is all that seems to pour
From the top of it, swallowing
All strong doubts, kept inside me
Found crouched, in the pride of me
Books bound, with biology
Probably imposing apologies
As theyre written in chronology
Igniting poetic noveltys
Throughout the history
We've made on this earth
Only strong minds rewind time
And redefine all our words
A simple structure built so that
We can evolve from and learn
Re-imagined in vivid life
And placed into dirt
[Chorus x2]
Im telling you to listen to me
Theres more there than what you already see
Forming and shaping to what they taught you to be
That ain't me, I'll die fighting before they make me believe
