Night In The Mind

A time to live and a time to die And a time to read in-between the lines And a time to give an eye for an eye No time to fib, ain't no time to cry I see my sign up in the sky It's time To take off my mask And dispatch with my disguise Lately, I feel like I'm destined for just so much more I mean How could I scrub floors when I'm shooting for mount Rushmore My friends wishing that I would keep in touch more I wish that we would all love more Without getting burned like the oven door Sweet emotion pour on the rug floor We're in grave need of a mentor But they're dying out like Dumbledore Livin' by the sword, it's cutthroat Will I even make the cut though I'm alive now, gotta find out what the f*ck for Sometimes I should give a f*ck less Sometimes I should give a f*ck more My worst fear is that after life there's nothing more Stuck in second gear, gotta remember just what the f*ck that clutch for We clutch for and grab Money and power and land But it's all castles made of sand that turn to ashes in your hand Damn Crossed the line so many times it's all but faded away Lost my mind so many times it's all but faded to grey The lion creeps in-between the vines that's why the zebras bray We all want a piece of nirvana But something's in the way Ball and a chain Faces of pain Memories washing away in the rain Voice in my brain Drive me insane Stuck in my lane, can't get out of my way Scarface, power tripping over my shoelace Suitcase, gotta get away to a new place To space, I don't trust money it's two-faced Moving through faith Need a Rosetta Stone for the guy in the throne Why we living alone Why we dying alone Every time that I try to call him on the phone all I get is a fucking dial tone Why do good people die why do bad people live I try and I try, how much more can I give Pie in the sky, is your heaven a myth Is doubting your motive a sin How can we cope Dope, comatose, overdose Shuffling my feet, no rope-a-dope, broken toes Snotty nose, wipe it on ratty clothes Pot of gold, bubbling I'm boutta blow Holding on to hope We're beautiful like stained glass but we all broken On a plane crash and we all know it Wore a face mask long before Covid So much pain, man, but we don't show it Wish that we could show it Our hatred's getting outta hand now we up in arms like Hulk Hogan Backstabbing our fellow man at the peace talk we reloading Ain't no plan for our planet, we're a bunch of warring factions History repeat itself we keep going