Problem Child
I live on a mountain the only tall structure on this planet
The view is appalling, just grassy plains, grassy plains
The machines brought me here on a wheel of neon flame
Erase the sound of my own name, my own name
I don't wanna be part of the problem, no
I just want a little piece of the action
I can never unravel the mystery
Part of the problem
Part of the problem
Part of the problem
Through the ages my graphics have grown
Better, better
Thousands of years in the blink of an eye
Colons of rain, blinking goodbye
They measure my brainwaves and force me to converse with my regret
I try to communicate but, nothing yet, nothing yet
On earth I'm a child, but here, I'm a prisoner and a god
A heavenly instrument of flesh and blood, flesh and blood
I don't wanna be part of the problem, no
I just want a little piece of the action
I can never unravel the mystery
Part of the problem
Part of the problem
Part of the problem
On the blinking horizon I see wales, wales
The hands of my wristwatch
A long time ago pillars of bronze towering far beyond
I don't wanna be part of the problem, no
I just want a little piece of the action
I can never unravel the mystery
Part of the problem
Part of the problem
Part of the problem
Through the fog on my lens you've become bigger, brighter
Here in the desert the ancients reside
Fragments of bone sent to explode
Nearer and further away at the same time
Nearer, farther
Thousands of years in the blink of an eye
Colons of rain, blinking goodbye
The view is appalling, just grassy plains, grassy plains
The machines brought me here on a wheel of neon flame
Erase the sound of my own name, my own name
I don't wanna be part of the problem, no
I just want a little piece of the action
I can never unravel the mystery
Part of the problem
Part of the problem
Part of the problem
Through the ages my graphics have grown
Better, better
Thousands of years in the blink of an eye
Colons of rain, blinking goodbye
They measure my brainwaves and force me to converse with my regret
I try to communicate but, nothing yet, nothing yet
On earth I'm a child, but here, I'm a prisoner and a god
A heavenly instrument of flesh and blood, flesh and blood
I don't wanna be part of the problem, no
I just want a little piece of the action
I can never unravel the mystery
Part of the problem
Part of the problem
Part of the problem
On the blinking horizon I see wales, wales
The hands of my wristwatch
A long time ago pillars of bronze towering far beyond
I don't wanna be part of the problem, no
I just want a little piece of the action
I can never unravel the mystery
Part of the problem
Part of the problem
Part of the problem
Through the fog on my lens you've become bigger, brighter
Here in the desert the ancients reside
Fragments of bone sent to explode
Nearer and further away at the same time
Nearer, farther
Thousands of years in the blink of an eye
Colons of rain, blinking goodbye
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Michael Dawson
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