We need to talk about something
Going all over town
We need to talk about something
We need to talk about something
Going all over town
We need to talk about something
Now something's going down
We need to get a situation
Situated right here
I'm done with your indignation
It's getting thin on my ear
I have to press upon your buttons
To get a simple release
You give some sharpness to your shut-ins
I want this all to cease
In plain-clothed operations as seen through your open window,
I can see you with your hand upon the white-washed picket fence
That lines the street. You're keeping roses stretched
Upon your outer brim, have you had time in the trenches now to win?
With a cloth over my face, I am tired of your pace.
Slow and steady wins the race. Think now, forever hold your peace.
I have to cup up all my dead, I have to shoot the sky instead.
I have to blend in with the crowd. I have to fake that I am proud.
I have to work to keep the peace. I have to make myself(my life) complete.
I have a truth I have a lie. I have to live.
I have to die.