Reach

[Hook] Reach for the sky, reach for the lies Reach for the eyes that watch us die Reach for the clouds, stars, and space Settle for the taste of a life we waste [Verse 1] You can blame me and Eddy Haskell, the latchkey kids We’re the scapegoats for everything your little bastard did The half of it is hidden up by the activists The map is in division by the atlases The oil rig’s no longer the issue, go get the tissue Misuse of innocence and youth, will finally hit you And fat-assed, white, baby boomers bloated with cell phone tumors Break out the social collapse. Witness the rumors Fire and brimstone, blame it on gen: Jones Then Pass the buck with your tweet status and cell phones Label me late of gen: X, Early of Y-bother? I’m past sitting on a school of thought that I father So with the moral collapse and the reversion to tribes We bury all of our minds in the texts we scribe We leave death and the gloom for the blog with the news And in cocoons, we’re growing wings we’ll never use [Hook x2] [Verse 2] I feel the itch in my flesh, I react, call my mother I feel the ache in my chest, and my heart, slowly is smothered I can’t see what the fuck they’re trying to show me now I can’t get over lies, in my eyes, and now they slow me down I’d think of a new way to pray, but I know I’d waste time The salt over the lime in the wounds of my crime Rehearsed speech dispersed, and broke the tele-screen Shaking his plastic face, maybe it’s Maybelline Credentialism is dead, socialism is passed What good is all the consensus with a hand up its ass? Generation Jones puppet with a wrist for bones A hermit crab of the past, looking for glass homes Over phones wave for the U.S. of A [Hook]