:: This sabbath ::
Somebody told me that I would always have to bow -
But if that was true I would have fallen apart by now.
The more you think, the less you act their way -
So can you hear this : the fake sound of progress.
"Never reason with a fool" - but is that unkind ?
Looks like I've lost my mind once again,
I know it all sounds so contrived, but it's got to me -
You know I've got to be more than this
Don't frown, don't scorn, 'cuz I walk a different street to you,
You look so worn, I bet that life has got you blown,
But it will never get to me...
Somebody told me that I would always have to bow,
If that was true I would have fallen apart by now,
The more you think, the less you act their ways,
So can you hear this, the fake sound of progress.
And I feel the way you hold, hold me back from this -
Chances that I've missed, now they're gone,
Apathy is all I sense, the feeling's too intense,
Sitting on the fence, can't decide.
Don't frown, don't scorn, 'cuz I walk a different street to you,
You look so worn, I bet that life has got you blown,
But it will never get to me...
Somebody told me that I would always have to bow,
If that was true I would have fallen apart by now,
The more you think, the less you act their ways,
So can you hear this, the fake sound of progress.
All these words that I accounted for, never fear another day,
Always charged but I need more, make me take away...
Tell me now, can you hear the sound
Of all these people fallin' down -
Crawling back into the ground, make me smile again...
Make me smile again.
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spoken. at 7:40 PM
