People chasing perfection that doesn't even exist
Trying to paint a picture of paradise in the abyss
We wonder why the sky is falling and how it came to this
Pondering all the lies and the honor we dismissed

People facing rejection with a cold clenched fist
Sick of all the modesty at a time when you should be living
With maybe a little bit of sinning, but not without some honesty
It'll probably save us from a scalpel and an autopsy

The lurking freedom above and below is a sign of a wilder promise
There's really no way to stop it

Outside of the toxic boxes made for us
Breathing gossip in like it's oxygen
Blended with some gin and the sins in my pocket
There's really no way to stop it

NO

Electrical venom injected into the ventricles of the mind
By the flash of the signage, a typical product of bondage
An emergency is upon us, so forgive me for being tireless
The lurking freedom above and below is a sign of wilder promise

People erasing the thoughts of a past
Memories locked away deep in a casket
Even the ones that prevent a disaster
But look in the mirror cause you are the master

People escaping this plane of reality
Tearing apart the malevolent apathy
Trying to sever the mental capacity
Following them like a murdering entity

People shaking under the struggle of their money
Wasted at the bottom of a bottle it isn't funny
People taken away from the love and care of their mothers
It's insane bat shit crazy how we treat one another

The lurking freedom above and below is a sign of a wilder promise
There's really no way to stop it

People leveling up whether or not their merit is up
Peers are left behind wondering when their next in line
But when life calls for a dust off, yeah sit down and rewind
They set the stage in different ways like Feng Shui in the mind

People making love under the blue kissed sun above
The pleasure after the pain is never lost or overcome
But lust just isn't enough when the fun gets too ugly
And suddenly fades with a fight that's too hungry

There might have been a light at the end of the tunnel
A glimmer of a reason to be
But the riddle in the middle of the enemy's harmony
Is a memory of a need to bleed

A the center of a rumbling heart is an anomaly
A written letter to that start of the insanity
Formidable venom we let into the mental
Without having to say I'm sorry

With an awkward eye crying like a faucet
Running hot from skeletons in the closet
Cause and effect come rushing in
To flush out the ruckus with the ink from a pen

Loose emotions flowing with the motion
Singing like an anthem for the loving and devotion
People al around the globe
Looking for hope but it's all been sold

...or maybe not
probably not
I think we'll be alright