Kill these distractions that keep me from my loved ones
Who tell me that I'm on the humble road to being someone
People talk about, people reach out too
People are my business so I'm blessed to have a mouthful
Of advice, but at what price, do I start to pay the overdue fees?
Challenged by the mortal power to set all the zombies free
It doesn't come easy when you lose the angel strength
Numb to your bleeding elbows you lose a lifetime off your reach
To catch the glimpse of your purpose, to make eye contact with death
To finally have an answer, dealing with the pitch black left
By the big unknown it took 66 books to describe
Without mentioning our obsession with asking the question why?
The tortured ones walk endless with a set list in their pocket
Because every song is a commandment rarely broken to be cautious
Of the monsters holding a candle under sleeping eyelids
Relighting when the flame fades, jaded from the human virus
They will never understand, the curse of giving guidance
One day we won't have to use all these excuses
They will never understand, how much we take for granted
Keep its back to the wall keep the strength death refuses Chances are you're gonna see it in their eyes
But don't be surprised when the volume of the voice starts rise
I can't believe I've been standing here all night
What kind of insight, can talk theology
Without starting a useless fight
>From the makeshift pulpit, 3 feet off the floor
With every glass of water I drink, the liquid recycles through my pores
So I'm ready to begin digging graves and playing records
On a second wind provided by the search for something better
I swear in this environment the world always spins backwards
The jukebox pays you, to drown out rooms crowded with laughter
But I won't start until they are all paying full attention
I can't find a compromise or give myself a deadly weapon
To end the evening with a bang, with ghosts in my words
To make god smile just once with no favors to return
Never mind, what kind of sacrifices we all had to be make
Let the burden blend into the drums as your backbone breaks
They will never understand, the curse of giving guidance
One day we won't have to use all these excuses
They will never understand, how much we take for granted
Keep its back to the wall keep the strength death refuses
The spectrum is exhausted, costing millions piece of mind
The bi polar angst of a world constantly wasting it's time
Conquering your rebellions to better the wealthy cause
By brainwashing role models to give you drugs and bruised jaws
We suffer now so blatant; songs start to get repetitive
They sell you life for $20 dollars but never included medicine
And we hardly have patience for the first scratches to heal
But we're convinced the last 5 years haven't been real
We've experienced it all but haven't lost the will live
We've seen people take their lives but something's got to give
If no one told you to keep fighting, then let me be the first to say
The promise holds weight no matter hour, second, or day
The connection pulls us closer, we all relate to getting older
Whether protester or soldier someday these wars are over
Life never leaves but stays away from changes burn
Death will answer questions but has to wait its proper turn
They will never understand, the curse of giving guidance
One day we won't have to use all these excuses
They will never understand, how much we take for granted
Keep its back to the wall keep the strength death refuses
