I don't know what this is, this place right now
But I been so down down deep, It's hell
Don't hear me hear me, I'm outside your house
But you never seem to look in my direction
Yah I know I have a zombie face on the television my vision says I'm a disgrace
But I feel
Don't break me down, I just got up
Here and now, I am mopped up by your people. A fellow soul
You really want to know what brings me down?
When the face is unfamiliar, not safe and sound
Push back a couple decades, that's where I am found
My cultures got me shocked by the collar now
Those pictures share a winter so cold
There's really such a difference between the young and the old?
You don't like it? But you're tuning in
You don't like, but you take it all take it all in
You don't respect that? But you act that!
You're a player on that television
Television