shell game
What’s the truth for?
When we are hell-bent on living our dream
In these layers of greed
That we create in spite
So I bet that half us flip coins in our mind
We decide at the end that we’re going home
Kill off assets, we’re chasing our
Fathers mindset, we live in the dark
A purpose we’ll never understand
Coerced into meeting the demand
What’s the truth for?
Now we are shells of men with the light
Prolonged fragments of time
The splinter’s deep
But we can’t see past the design
or past our own lives
Build more caskets, we’re chasing our
Fathers mindset, I’m still in the dark
Our purpose: we never meet demand
We don’t need to understand
Kill off assets, we’re chasing our
Fathers mindset, we live in the dark
A purpose we’ll never understand
Coerced into meeting the demand
I cannot begin to see
All that this world takes from me
I don’t think we even try
Take your place inside their dream