What do you want? something happy?
You'd d think it's simple
Living so safe
We want to be seen but I can't fathom
Why we comply
If it's all pain
Compose and say
Let's run this head-on
Remove your eye
And hand it over
Locked away
Possessive, brutish
Controlling states
It's all so foolish
Pulp and red tape
It's tough to fake out here
I looked down to find
You on your side
Still as the sound
Laughing out loud
I hope to be in irony
Soaked in the spirit
Of that old god
We walk around
Thinking that we've found
Our ideal minds
When really no one's fine