Open your heart
let the poor in...
Shackled by society's morals
saturated in this thing called life...
People in the east, people in the west
Come to my carnival of the million laughs...
Never heard a spoken word
that contained the truth...
Guitar, my canvas
Society is my paint...
When I go with the flow,
I get depressed...
The pressure is mounting.
Everyone looks the same...
As human beings, we feel as though we are the most...
For there is so much hatred in this peace forsaken...
Fact is stranger than
fiction fore sure do you see...
Tick,
Tock...
History has a funny way of repeating.
We avoid making the same mistakes by cheating...
We have to fight
We have to fight...