Fifty years away, do it hot.
I don't understand, waiting for you to check my what eyes
and squeeze our life, in taste it takes time, falling away
the stroke of light, kiss, the final burn, and so is sound.
In this wall, keeping to our faith.
Do you ever wonder with our brother? We are the rest.
In the presence of ourselves frozen.
In this letter leading so long and so far from main.
Dark but no more fear because it's so unreal
how close I am electrical, blood, hazel, blind, mind, burst.
Will my soul thirst? Then high tempted green, temptress k**
All yours, all mine, all blind and it won't be long.
This is the generation of enlightened adults.
Adults that once upon a time were children,
victims of a dysfunctional society.
The values taught to us now mean nothing,
as we realize that reality is not a curriculum,
but rather the origin and destination of thoughts.
Creating spontaneous action,
sometimes causing chain reactions.
A bit like the way electromagnetic waves move through atoms.
Or the causality of an idea broadcasted on television.
Politics of illusion.
Beauty in confusion. Politics of illusion. The virus.
We are your children,
victims of a dysfunctional society.
The values taught to us now mean nothing,
as we realize that reality is not a curriculum,
but rather the origin and destination of thoughts.
I woke up and the dream was gone.
Imagination just took control but now,
I am back to my grounds, back to my roots.
Back to reality. Back to the fight for truth.
I know it's hard, it's real.
How we run from pain, how we hide in fear.
Hoping the media will comfort our hearts,
but MK Ultra pollutes the mind-f**!
It's the reality of ma** control.
Politicians dividing us more.
Are you free or do you think you are?
Are your dreams yours or have they been programmed? sh**!
It's good for business. It's good for banks.
It's good for Hollywood, it's good for sweet popstars.
But, is it good for everyone? No. We need a brand new start.
We keep flying. We keep diving (x2)
You think you know me? Well, think twice.
I learned the hard life when I was just a child.
I grew strong. I grew free.
I write my feelings to keep my mind at peace.
I like to rap, rap to art.
And then you ask me: Who do you think you are, b*tch?
Well, I am me. And in reality honey...
That's all I want to be, please!
Keep your love, keep your hate.
Sometimes it feels like these two are the same.
Don't need your hypocritical ways.
I'm not your punching bag, I'm your mate, HUH?!
To express myself is my legal right.
You censor me like the government does.
But I'll survive.
Immune to bullsh**, I keep my head up high.
We keep flying. We keep diving (x2)
We keep flying. We keep diving. The devil owns my soul.