There's a feeling
Here inside
That I cannot hide
A feeling
It's turning me around
Watching moronic scenes on a screen in the Anthropocene
Rolling green,
knowing these cops will never lock my dreams
A mind in a ghetto will never settle with subtle bursts
Bubbles lead to trouble that's incidental to struggle
It's essential to bug you,
then drug you,
then drag you,
then hug you
Once you decide to put the slug through a mug or two
Look to where you're running to,
not what you're running from
And stop before you run into the sun
Recall Icarus and figure if the stigma turns invigorous
Eyewitness the sickest * I hope you get the gist of this
Curriculum is rigorous,
worldview is radical Duration is infinite,
no breaks or sabbaticals
The issue's international,
with power so tyrannical
Devourers like a cannibal to increase their capital
Counteract the factual and actual reality Not gradually,
but rapidly,
will exceed capacity
There's a feeling Here
inside That I cannot hide A feeling
Global trade betrayed the aim of states that
claim To play the game in ways which they
exclaim Wealth can change the frame,
derange the phrase
When freedom stays explained,
but quite constrained The class divide is wider,
getting wider
Some can't decide on which side they'll wind up
Please open eyes,
realize that the time's up We can
turn the tide and trust what's inside
us There's a feeling inside that we keep concealing
You can see it in our eyes,
but we're not revealing
The truth will turn you round and leave your mind reeling
And we can start healing,
and we can see the real thing
There's a feeling inside that we keep
concealing You can see it in our eyes,
but we're not
revealing The truth will turn you round and leave your
mind reeling And we can start healing,
and we can see
the real thing