Look

VERSE 1 (Swamburger)

Look at me… with a finance of pardons, I’m allowed to

Be whatever my land shows you and allows to see

Liberty… boy she’s looking slim to me. Exercising right

Or purging from the sight of persons binging on the

Views they like. Look! Pleasure principles schooling

Light hearted dimwits with disposable wick sticks…

Exposing tit, tat, toe… in every tail told to jit

Jack, joe and prick too. You should really look at what

We did to you. Nothing! We tax our existence and

Attempt to disappear, quietly bluffing just to say we’d

Amount to something. Look mom, nomad… bitter we are

With no bags to carry on the images of looking like we

Had a standard to follow. Man you’re tomorrow. Answer

The question in the bottle. How do I get out of your

Blindfold when I’m told to look for depth when death

Threats the breath of liberty’s best bet?

HOOK (Brad Register)

Over mountains of depression we will climb

Just to wake our sleeping lives

It’s a battle we’ve been facing in our minds

But to blame our human nature is a waste of time

VERSE 2 (Alexandrah)

Looking through the roof

Identity’s near dead

Replacement games, material aims

And public schools pretend

That the ruse is fruitful

To illusion that it holds

With the proof of useless certainty

They worthied search to never know

Now look, Sentiments reflect

In impulse of the current youth

And detriment excels

With swell of sweet abuse

Their medicine’s not preventative

Their practice apparatus cold

Pills are prescribed to drive a sedative

Straight to the seat of your soul

Now look

Mister, misses are just equipped for surface

But one of three’s not meant to be it all

From non-identifying gripe to

Strong enough belief for letting go of what we say

We run to danger disguised as brighter future

While to ourself a stranger

Flagging down a wakeful state in cityscapes of crave

For feeling new’s a likely doom to captive of crusade

HOOK