Lame (Interlude)
Hidden thoughts that lie within the apathy of my own goal and dreams
I cry myself to sleep with all the insecurities of love and life itself
This big old rock
Has fallen smack in the middle of this road that I have sought for so long
And I wonder, and I wonder
Will I make it through the thunder
And I pray the Lord, he carries me
With one set of footprints on the sea
The sands of my past life
I wonder
I sit and soak
My nerves are shot; my soul's a sponge, the crutch I hold that keeps me up
I hold my feet up
As across the tracks I prayed good luck ?
I cry myself to sleep with all the insecurities of love and life itself
This big old rock
Has fallen smack in the middle of this road that I have sought for so long
And I wonder, and I wonder
Will I make it through the thunder
And I pray the Lord, he carries me
With one set of footprints on the sea
The sands of my past life
I wonder
I sit and soak
My nerves are shot; my soul's a sponge, the crutch I hold that keeps me up
I hold my feet up
As across the tracks I prayed good luck ?
Subject to Status
please sir tell me why there's no black superman, kkk kryptonite?
"god only makes caucasian superheroes."
please sir tell me why we stick a man on the moon when life on earth's so
cheap.
"son, we gotta do our bit for the world trade deficit."
please sir tell me why if 'god is love' I'm so dysfunctional.
please sir tell me why there's so much vagrancy.
"layabouts get a job."
well there's an opening for a part-time una-bomber.
please sir tell me why my life's so pitiful but "the future's so bright."
well i'd look ahead but it burns my retinas.