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Conversations With the Mind: We Are Lost
Every symphony of life and lies
Is conducted in suits and ties
Equilibrium is just a confusing word to most
Where god is supposed to be our greatest host
We fall through the open gates to unknown languages
and make the most erroneous choices one manages
We breed scientists who claim to have cures
If we give them a million more dollars to spare
We can create equations and persuasion for everything
We use numbers to calculate the universe
Numbers we don't even truly understand
Most of us don't even know where we stand
We can break down a man into molecular state
But we can't handle when we break down from weight
From the pain of everyday life, trapped in vain
The strength to keep going and not succumb to being insane
Our common sense shared between others
Shared knowledge proving we are all brothers
and Sisters on this sphere with the sun shining above
We never even figured out the proper formula for love
But we have hate down to an exact science
Racism and sexism is lost on eye lids
Theories and wild accusations that everyone is wrong
That the weak deserve to be left behind the strong
That some people believe we aren't all beautiful
In our own ways, from our eyes to our souls
To the holes left in our hearts when someone leaves
To the leaves falling from long lost trees
Settling, but never in the same spot
The ancients rulers of the old ways
Work offices these days
Where same sex marriages are shot down and hurled
and I wonder what the fuck is wrong with the world
Where words are cast down on the wings of a dove
and some people don't have the right to their own love..
We slowly fall back to the pain of the universe
The hurt and war and pain and sorrow that every man sees
We truly are the wasps to the worlds bees
Is conducted in suits and ties
Equilibrium is just a confusing word to most
Where god is supposed to be our greatest host
We fall through the open gates to unknown languages
and make the most erroneous choices one manages
We breed scientists who claim to have cures
If we give them a million more dollars to spare
We can create equations and persuasion for everything
We use numbers to calculate the universe
Numbers we don't even truly understand
Most of us don't even know where we stand
We can break down a man into molecular state
But we can't handle when we break down from weight
From the pain of everyday life, trapped in vain
The strength to keep going and not succumb to being insane
Our common sense shared between others
Shared knowledge proving we are all brothers
and Sisters on this sphere with the sun shining above
We never even figured out the proper formula for love
But we have hate down to an exact science
Racism and sexism is lost on eye lids
Theories and wild accusations that everyone is wrong
That the weak deserve to be left behind the strong
That some people believe we aren't all beautiful
In our own ways, from our eyes to our souls
To the holes left in our hearts when someone leaves
To the leaves falling from long lost trees
Settling, but never in the same spot
The ancients rulers of the old ways
Work offices these days
Where same sex marriages are shot down and hurled
and I wonder what the fuck is wrong with the world
Where words are cast down on the wings of a dove
and some people don't have the right to their own love..
We slowly fall back to the pain of the universe
The hurt and war and pain and sorrow that every man sees
We truly are the wasps to the worlds bees
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