Look

VERSE 1 (Swamburger) Look at me… with a finance of pardons, I’m allowed to Be whatever my land shows you and allows to see Liberty… boy she’s looking slim to me. Exercising right Or purging from the sight of persons binging on the Views they like. Look! Pleasure principles schooling Light hearted dimwits with disposable wick sticks… Exposing tit, tat, toe… in every tail told to jit Jack, joe and prick too. You should really look at what We did to you. Nothing! We tax our existence and Attempt to disappear, quietly bluffing just to say we’d Amount to something. Look mom, nomad… bitter we are With no bags to carry on the images of looking like we Had a standard to follow. Man you’re tomorrow. Answer The question in the bottle. How do I get out of your Blindfold when I’m told to look for depth when death Threats the breath of liberty’s best bet? HOOK (Brad Register) Over mountains of depression we will climb Just to wake our sleeping lives It’s a battle we’ve been facing in our minds But to blame our human nature is a waste of time VERSE 2 (Alexandrah) Looking through the roof Identity’s near dead Replacement games, material aims And public schools pretend That the ruse is fruitful To illusion that it holds With the proof of useless certainty They worthied search to never know Now look, Sentiments reflect In impulse of the current youth And detriment excels With swell of sweet abuse Their medicine’s not preventative Their practice apparatus cold Pills are prescribed to drive a sedative Straight to the seat of your soul Now look Mister, misses are just equipped for surface But one of three’s not meant to be it all From non-identifying gripe to Strong enough belief for letting go of what we say We run to danger disguised as brighter future While to ourself a stranger Flagging down a wakeful state in cityscapes of crave For feeling new’s a likely doom to captive of crusade HOOK