OVERDOST

Truth, proof, excuses and loose words used ancient pages Sacred stages, makin changes, facin’ hatreds through naked ages Crusades are playing card games and placin’ bets on peasants heads Presidency, kings and queens and their wealthy best of friends Let’s pretend we’re healthy and that you’ll help me When the rest of them have left the manger Cause god’s smile is now green The story has always been about tree So the more paper we make, the less oxygen you allow me So why don’t you all just take a bow And end the act and test the depth of the shit in which we’re drowning Can someone tell me how we should attempt to breathe in air That has become filthier than the ground we walk upon Our whispered prayers are turned off and on And this is where I found me driftin’ lost and gone To find something to believe that I didn’t quite feel around me I stop to ponder or conjure, but I wander And the space just grew fonder, and my patients no longer And I stand and rant and breathe and pant and need but can’t Quite see the plan that you all believe to be the answer I opened the rusty jewelry box just to see the dancer And if I believed in her in enough to gain just a little faith Then maybe, just maybe she would no longer be so fake Worship, I could scream I can feel the lord swim through my streams And there’s no more shit in my scenery But peaceful heavens that adore this new found dream Make believe, miracles? Coincidence Covered eyes and minds with sheets for instance this Tiny dancer will still be man-made no matter how much faith I gain Cause I wake up light-headed, but I still see no light ahead I start questioning heaven and whether or not the dead Have ascended and living better now that they’re out of their skin Is it such a sweet surrender when life comes to an end Are we peacefully together standing with a hand to lend And forever we’re indebted to every fellow friend Or is there a box that just blockin us from ever getting in The golden gate is just the coffin that time has us sitting in Our bodies become rotten and the bones are withering Memories are not forgotten and that’s the only heaven sent Just try and be remembered for something good that you did Believe in yourself at least there is proof that you have lived.