The oracle has answered
in words no tongue can speak.
I met a sage, who said, "To tell the
truth, the heaven of age is the hell
of youth."
He said,
"Some get old, some get high,
some give up before they try.
Some love a lot, some love hype,
others rot before they're ripe.
Some live alone, some live a lie,
some start to moan before they
cry. Some take a chance, some take
their time, some learn to dance,
some yearn to rhyme. Some turn
the page, some turn the cheek,
some burn with rage, some learn
to speak. Some seek a light they
can never find, carry the night in
their own mind. Some seek treasure
some seek gain, some find pleasure
in another's pain. I said some seek
treasure, some seek gain, some find
pleasure in another's pain."
The oracle has answered
in words no tongue can speak:
None but the voice of the trumpet
can give you what you seek.
Low-life seeking creatures,
walk on, by the end of the line.
Low-life seeking creatures,
jumping out, cutting the time.
Are you on the phone
more than on your own?
To which virtual vices
are you habitually prone?
When they speak with you in
counsel
by what name are you known?
If it's answers that you're seeking
you shall find them in your bones!
Low-life seeking creatures, walk on,
by the end of the line.
Low-life seeking creatures, jumping
out, cutting the time.