¡El Bausicum!

Endless discussions Entirely flawed As if human reasoning Would be some kind of eclectic God oh I wish How I wish I could change The way that I long for the changes Within me No Now I don't want this to be Some kind of lecture in greed That tells you how to or not to be free I need a way to find my own peace A way to make up for all The times I didn't stand up for what I believed Flickering screenings of color TVs Furnished with indulgence And the reason why people seek More than they need To fill up the hole that is growing inside them Proportional to the amount they feed No Now I don't want this to be Some kind of rhetorical means Of making you see How you should perceive the world You need to find your own peace You need to make up for all the times You listened to people like me No Never be your Own god No I will not be your's