The money, man
Has come to f*ck us
They don't have to be precise
In this world
Everybody might seem careless
Some are
I think when the good comes
You and I will be less stressed
Spotlights, protests
Civil liberties come from us
Nothing is set in stone
When believed it's dead
A wish to resurrect
Like the holy grail
Fountain of youth
Or going back in time
All of these things, too
Are imaginary
Only in the mind
Do we put it past memory
Spoken word
Pry those ears and eyes open
Yearn to listen
Resist the pile of filth
They're trying to feed us
Eyes and ears
Finger tips to touch
Held in your hands
Imaginary
Only in the mind
But if you feel it
Is it real?
Grmblgrmbls - Zone Thirteen Lyrics
Grmblgrmbls - Zone Thirteen Lyrics
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The money, man
Has come to f*ck us
They don't have to be precise
In this world
Everybody might seem careless
Some are
I think when the good comes
You and I will be less stressed
Spotlights, protests
Civil liberties come from us
Nothing is set in stone
When believed it's dead
A wish to resurrect
Like the holy grail
Fountain of youth
Or going back in time
All of these things, too
Are imaginary
Only in the mind
Do we put it past memory
Spoken word
Pry those ears and eyes open
Yearn to listen
Resist the pile of filth
They're trying to feed us
Eyes and ears
Finger tips to touch
Held in your hands
Imaginary
Only in the mind
But if you feel it
Is it real?
Has come to f*ck us
They don't have to be precise
In this world
Everybody might seem careless
Some are
I think when the good comes
You and I will be less stressed
Spotlights, protests
Civil liberties come from us
Nothing is set in stone
When believed it's dead
A wish to resurrect
Like the holy grail
Fountain of youth
Or going back in time
All of these things, too
Are imaginary
Only in the mind
Do we put it past memory
Spoken word
Pry those ears and eyes open
Yearn to listen
Resist the pile of filth
They're trying to feed us
Eyes and ears
Finger tips to touch
Held in your hands
Imaginary
Only in the mind
But if you feel it
Is it real?
Writer: Joseph Sorensen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid