Sole - Respect Pt. 3 lyrics

Banging rocks together makes sunshine Banging heads with rocks 'till blood comes: the writing process Everything has diapers on and smells like It's time for a change Or for some holes in the flag My whole perspective relies solely on questions That can't have answers Like everyone oin their a**umptions A big bigpen driven by dead dogs; If that's your site Put up a superhero with a better pokerface This noble cause reeks of self-gratification But it's more like no satisfaction So when I die The fessin' go to college And the writers go to Heaven If you wasn't born on this planet Blame the World for being there I'm not a**uming responsibility for everyone lost in the shuffle; My whole philosophy is based on moodswings Limited attention spans and an expansion pack for everything Am I feeling it? Mostly full of it Selling my cuts for the art of it Placed all of my faith in these heretics We're all futur presidents; Nobody knows it yet That's the beauty of it all Welcome to my desert island The wheather is glorious Take a picture (No one reads the articles) I need music with texture and Someday, a happy meal Rude awakening after rude awakening I'm asking y'all to be police until I match the blood on the battlefield With the gleam in my eye If I could make it stop raining This whole damn place wouldn't know What to do with all the sunlight I've been saving up for a life like this Your God is booing you offstage And your heroes don't respect you It's all in vain and can't be bought: Hung from the ceiling and often attached to the first thought She gave me a handshake full of empty promises Now I'm thirty minus something Plus I wrestle demons down to the ground in my spare time It's a new day The pigeons no longer fly yonder; They make rappers out of messengers and text from all the cla**ics Meet the archangel with two minutes to live at all times I hold a mirror against a mirror against a mirror against a mirror What I'm saying is: Word is deceased Work is slavery They're saving a**es for the big layoff Where they lie you down to take it like a native colonized By search and seizure The gra** is always greener and when you make it there It dies (if getting there don't k** you) And the people there don't share This is what your bones will sound like when they play 'em in space If I could make it stop raining This whole damn place wouldn't know What to do with all the sunlight I've been saving up for a life like this Your God is booing you offstage And your heroes don't respect you