Classification and organization is ruining the minds of our generation I said it That's why they're always staying up in the sky They add a new design to it But they're on their phone and I'm on a roll And I do not care cause I am the oldest one Up in my mind, but not in real time I'm just a... teenager But I feel angrier than a swarm of hornets They call us whores but it's just because We do what we want and don't look back once Is that what it's come to? No, no My parents are 1 and 2, and I am their child I am 3, I am the wild I am free We are the children that sing the ancient song And we can sing it very well But there's still so much to learn There's still so much to earn But I yearn
Who am I scared Who cut us open
Classification and organization is ruining the hearts of our generation I said it But actually, True told me that True made the map True took us to the forest to the top of the mountain
It's true, it's true, it's true He told me to get on the mic and spit what's in my lung I tried to say, I tried to tell him "Boy, I don't do that, I don't do the things that you do" But then he looked at me and said, "You do, you do" [?] face too, went into my room at night They tried to talk about who And I'm like, "Let me sleep" But they just wake me up They just try to tell me the things I know already In my cerebral capacity But it's locked, why can't I get in? Maybe I should ask Finn, maybe I should ask Jake Maybe we go to a lake that I found Maybe we go right now And it's snowing but it's warm outside Write a letter on the beach at night Go to bed and then I see those lights I see those lights, I see their eyes Staring back at me, telling me about the symmetry Telling me about atomic structure The way she loves her, the way The ocean rolls around and 'round and 'round And 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round And the tourist goes around and down And down and down and down and down, it never stops Never rock I call it crystal, now you call it rock I'm in the spot You don't want to walk around on the hot coals of self acceptance Man I get you, MSFTS here to rep yah We'll do this together
Organization and classification is ruining the souls of our generation We said it And the kids know very well And the kids will dig the well Deep inside of their third eye and get all the messages insideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
