Chorus:
Yes sir, we're moving at the speed of life,
Illuminate the path that we're moving on,
Cumulate, now lets jet our mouths, where we make the people bounce where the music gets around,
That's me, ridin' in the back of a taxi,
Gotta go home where I can't sleep,
Kill the telephone and be alone with too much pants but it had to be,
Psychos, car in the middle of a typo,
Act like you didn't know life goes,
The world fair, ain't no fair when you're working at the side show,
Well, you find a little piece of, hell,
I hope there's a mirror in your, cell,
To break everyday you wake up to you and take a look at yourself,
Now, calm down,
Just another tear from the sad clown,
Take another year put it on the ground,
Spread it all around little gas and a mansion and a talk in the past like
Make the people to move the moment you can,
Move through the movement the moment use it,
Listen with your mind, but just don't lose it,
Find the time for fusin',
To the life, you're choosing,
(Chorus x1)
You make songs; they move it to your dead bone,
On the right, I fight through the money like,
Out of sight of this child of the wild moon,
Gettin' tumors, wild tunes, laughing at your cartoons.
On a bar stool tryin to stay same and maintain,
This thorough blood, drinking wolf's vein,
Fuck what you say,
You're trying to make a fake connection like a taupe.
My thoughts