Caught up in action or in heat, follow the road that makes you lead
To the no mans land inside your head, where all is perfect all is neat
We saw you crawling down the hall, from a fist you couldnt stand tall
Buy another face, a set of wheels, another way, just buy it all
Ideals like most things function pretty much the same
For a poor sick dog or felon in a cage
Both locked for something, ones got nowhere to live
The other went and clearly lost the way
Don't fucking preach we know it all, youre not a savior, not at all
Just pick a simple fight, use only stones, the more you strike the less we know
You keep on talking about deceit, well fucking stop it make it cease
Awake are my senses, I'm aware of me
Ideals like most things function pretty much the same
For a poor sick dog or felon in a cage
Both locked for something, ones got nowhere to live
The other went and clearly lost the way
Will I breach fate like the ones who fought and left behind
The one right thing still pointless to the game
Will I claim wage on the tears I shed right from the start
That built my name and got me close to fame
Ideals like most things function pretty much the same
For a poor sick dog or felon in a cage
Both locked for something, ones got nowhere to live
The other went and clearly lost the way
Ideals like most things
Wont wake your conscience
Amend your holy senses
Ideals like most things
Lie here for nothing
But they might get you lower now
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