Akala - Pissed Off lyrics

True words are never beautiful Beautiful words are never true Every truly clear thing Need never prove If it is not enough, it will probably never do Ever feel like someone lives your life but it is never you? You? Not knowing if coming, going or flowing Every door that you open A key to another one that's broken Every word that is spoken Somebody else's poem And the more that we focus The less we ever seem to notice It's like the sound of the letterbox early in the morning But you know it's nothing good Just a red letter warning s**ing every penny that we got 'Til we ain't got a pot left All this pressure on my back Do we want it off off off? Yes! Do you feel pissed off just like me? Do you feel pissed off just like me? Do you feel pissed off just like me? I got an idea just why that might be We touch it, we taste it, we take a sip We breathe it, we need it, it invades our lips We hold it, we own it, it controls our grip It's something, it's nothing It's just how we live I can't call it It's something with how we live I can't call it It's something with how we live I can't call it It's something with how we live It's something, it's nothing It's just how we live True words are never beautiful Beautiful words are never true What is your view? Blessings or curses, are never ever few? The man with no mind The one who will never choose The skin with no feeling is the one that will never bruise We can't feel it, we touch it, we taste it, we breathe it We peel it, eat it, believe it, we feed it Heed it, we need it, defeat it? Won't even meet it To beat it you have to seek it Cheat it? You just release it Beneath it you get the secret It's not real Guns don't k**, the people behind them do All the ism, schisms, divisions, if you decide it's true They are doing nothing, sh** Just what they're designed to do Look close enough at your enemy And you will find it's you Do you feel pissed off just like me? Do you feel pissed off just like me? Do you feel pissed off just like me? I got an idea just why that might be We touch it, we taste it, we take a sip We breathe it, we need it, it invades our lips We hold it, we own it, it controls our grip It's something, it's nothing It's just how we live I can't call it It's something with how we live I can't call it It's something with how we live I can't call it It's something with how we live It's something, it's nothing It's just how we live True Words are never beautiful Beautiful words are never true The liar is the only one in the world that is never true Fly all over the world but never move The only vehicle he have, we never use Talk a lot about dreams but never do Is this just me and you? Stuck in this position Wishing we even had a mission And wouldn't spend 40 years barely chasing a living Job that we hate with a dying soul Boss that we'd like to strangle slow The partner we live with we don't even know Because the man in the mirror is just another freak show Stand like a pillar but what do we hold? Have a lot of things but what do we really own? Absolutely nothing We're just bluffing the entire show All of our discussions And our fussing over the price of Gold Should we be reminded that a Diamond is just crushing coal? And they don't own it It's we that make up the motive They are not giants, just notice They only stand on our shoulders, sh** And they don't own It's we that make up the soldiers They are not giants, just notice They only stand on our shoulders Do you feel pissed off just like me? Do you feel pissed off just like me? Do you feel pissed off just like me? I've got an idea why the f** that might be We feel that we are not in control of our own lives We see that we are not in control of our own lives We taste that we are not in control of our own lives It's clear that we are not in control of our own lives But we are more in control, then we could ever know But we are more in control, then we could ever know But we are more in control, then we could ever know The steering wheel is right there, just grab a hold