I'm never coming back. I'm never giving in. I'll never be the shine in your spit. . I disconnect the act. I disconnect the dots. I disconnect the me in me.
They poison our sweet mother earth. Destroy our sacred bodies. To fill our mouths with junk and. They call this knowledge but knowing nothing means knowing far far too much.
yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah. yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah. yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah. yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah. yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah. yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah.
So, now listen here. I wanna be, oh so clear. I lost my soul, lost I'll stay. Between your hands and my beliefs. . And here I am, frail. Frail and bedazzled from all the glare.
I want to live for God and country,. I want to give for God and country.. . It's too late for some,. It's too late for what you've done.. I can't help what I divide in you..
Wherever I run. Wherever I run to you lost one,. it's never done. Just hanging on. . the past has let me be. returning as if dream. shattered as belief.
Kerouac used to walk these roads. (I know he did, I know he did). Miles of type strewn behind him, so. (I know how to live, he knew how to live). . Throw the I-Ching for a perfect dream.