the disenchanted ranting of an old punk in spirit who's become set in his beliefs
22 January 2011
Planting Seeds
I'd hand it to time if I knew where the time had gone.
The connoisseurs were wrong,
And so was everyone else.
I know what they're saying 'cause that's all they talk about.
Just need to figure out,
Some shit for myself.
And just because it's obvious doesn't mean it's even true.
Heard it all and I believe that we deserve another point of view.
We can make it if we try,
And if we don't it's gonna still be alright.
'Cause our minds are still alive.
And we can decide,
Why...
Make up your mind make up your own mythology.
Afraid of finding me,
And of defining you.
Take what you want but you won't want it where your at.
I know this for a fact,
Just because it's so true.
The first place my mind goes is where I never want it to.
Like where it hurts the most or all the stupid shit I say and do.
You can make it if you try,
And if you don't it's gonna still be alright.
'Cause our minds are still alive.
And we can decide,
What's right...
Telling me thousands of times what's next to want.
Just doing their job but you know that's a dirty job.
Can't stand this game still we're bullied to play along.
When bullies grow up they get meaner.
Yeah, they really get it down, oh yeah...
They think that they get it but they always get it wrong.
They'll play your favorite song,
Just to sell shit to you.
I've heard that they'll sell anything and I think they might.
I think Bill Hicks was right,
About what they should do.
And just because you love something doesn't mean it's yours to buy.
Been selling it so long that no one even knows the reason why.
You've been messing with our minds,
Gettin' rich wasting our time...
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