An open mind and tired eyes were always born to analyse,
collectively the televised lies, keep ya blind and civilized closed lids,
Terrified of those kids, working every slow shift. And you're bored?
No shit!

People get-in-the way of the never ending paradise,
Living-it-everyday with the understanding Cast aside.
Waking up-in-the-morning with blurry sight and panda eyes…
Save it till the weekend, get smashed and let the arrow fly!

It’s difficult to reconcile, when all we’ve got is,
‘Safe man I haven't seen ya, in a while, how ya been?’
We’re blinking at a screen as a means to intervene,
with a dream that became a timeshare nightmare.

Every single day can be explored, forgiveness is right there
and that’s because I care, if you end up on the floor…
Flow like a high-tide, and swim with a Samaritan.
Let today be the suicide of comparison

Why are we rushing to get old?
When the journey is perfect as it is
Try not to lose sight of what's happening
‘Cause this could be a moment that you'll miss

Yeah, some are angry at the world and those involved,
Depending on adrenaline to get the problem solved,
Pretending that the gravel that they walk upon is gold,
But it can't keep ‘em warm, as that element is cold.

What is a description? Does it tick the box?
Is there an addiction to tightening your locks?
These questions are rhetorical, the past can be historical,
So will you be my oracle and speak to me from here?

We concentrate on lotsa’ great ways to procrastinate,
Debating the best things to say, take or celebrate.
Should I really wait, for things to improve?
I guess it's never actually too late to move,

Into action, witness the reaction,
There is an attraction in creating a faction of belief.
We're the generation of borrowed lighters;
Believing in a theory that tomorrow's brighter.

(… and it is)

How will you wear your mask from now?
Where does this go when I return?
It may interest you to know it remains
Waiting for a visitor to learn

Why are the questions denied?
When the answers are crisp and crystal clear?
Try not remain in places you’ve been,
For you were always meant, to be here

Embrace the transition, Fuck the tradition!
Nobody does this wrong.
When you’re submerged, you'll return the love <3
… and if you don’t, CALM DOWN, it’s just a song.

There's definitely an undertone, of why we always wander home.
Are we ever sure of, where we're gonna be?
Shackled to a metal brick, how we gonna settle if,
A tiny little screen is all we ever see?

I hesitate to speak freely, almost like I'm scared of it,
I concentrate on who it really, damages or benefits.
But the truth is bulletproof, breaking through the solitude,
It wants you to know, to flourish and grow.
To nourish the slow-acting avenues, you could take a detour,
climb atop a see saw, do a back flip until you're laughing on the green floor. Nobody really needs more…

I think it’s time to detonate a plan that we should celebrate,
the fact that we can meditate and marvel at the sun!
I need a keg of listerine to clean out all the nicotine
that's resonating in between the hedges of my lung.

A screen to keep me occupied, celebrities to fantasise,
electrifying alcohol to satisfy the young.
Afternoon wakers, the morning forsakes us,
we embrace the flavours, through papers and vapours

What will bring you back to where you are?
Who is the one pulling the strings?
Surely this is outside your control.
So just enjoy the essence that it brings

The rain will fall from above,
The trees will soar into the sky,
Blind and numb to a world that complains,
With hardly anybody asking why?

WHY?!

(Genuinely, I'm asking.)