Lyrics

There has got to be something new, undelivered and not misconstrued
Tied to the barrel of your neighborhood watch, everyone is coming to take what you've got
Power to the pleasure, feel the pain
Before you scratch that itch you've got to burn yourself again
Gone from brittle to insane, maybe more often you can learn to say

Someone can let go, although it's pulling me tight
Someone else can feel the sweet, mint-scented wind blow over the hills across a messed up manure pile
Someone's excited to feel the greatest feeling on this Earth while others just live to get through birth
What kind of potential rights are intentional for you first
Through the ages of our despots and kings, merge the pages of all battled for things
In the middle of your expectations are the grand design of a brave new dystopia