MOTION!

I was told to sit down, keep the peace, face to the ground It's disorder in its finest moment I was born in the sound with an abundance of force in the mouth It's important for the guise of motion I disguise my potions in the expanse of the ocean No wonder my emotions draw a crowd I'm standing proud, contradictions getting too loud Lose my voice in a chorus of devotion We all addicted to the same fear of encroachment Fake notions, convenient truths always potent I'm sick to the core from the perpetual boredom in store When I drop my phone and it's broken Check my heart to see if that's stolen too But the pulse punch back and almost broke the roof See the doubt and I see scores of fools Think my lord's a tool of the machinations we bored a hole into Path dependent like a hiker lost in the forest Explanations for why we endorse the cruel Escrow payments routed to the forces who move I'm just a junkie who thinks he's way too cool, huh