Afraid to address the reality before me
to be proud to confess that I'm addicted to a lie.
So I seek temporary feeling
to replace reality
though the truth is telling me I have died.
But I've been taught to numb it
sedated, dont confront me
I hate it when I find out
that I can't get what I wanted
this emotional tantrum
has become sort of an anthem playing every time I need to take a little trip
To hide this condemnation
I'll find a combination
of man-made stimulation
to deny my situation
ow this unreality
is distorting what I see
reporting back to me
a sense of false security
So in my imagination
I must find a recreation
desperately in search of ways
to alter my sensation
theres no equilibrium
inebriated till I'm numb
intoxicated until I'm dumb
to avoid confrontation
messing with my mind.
telling me im fine.
Now this chemical analogy
is our emotional reality.
These political, traditional,
and ethnical stimulants
wont let us be too upset
with the way things really are
youre told to camouflage regret
in a religious structure
tells us God wants us to suffer
to support a situation we all know is obligation
and if you shun the complication
they'll just gun your reputation
like mob intimidation
to enforce participation
see they need to keep us fiends
to their lies and broken schemes
and if you find another means
you're told youre being too extreme
and if you wanted to get clean
defying noble things
ow we're all stuck in tradition
unable to state opposition
too afraid to contradict
the expectations of the system
oh and the harsh reality
is they make grace for you and me
instead of saving you and me
they're just enslaving you and me.
know what I mean.
Know what I mean
Know what I mean
messin with my mind
these
tellin me im fine
these
messin with my head
wanting me dead
know what I mean?