Different

The seeds have been shaded on
Light it up, Light it up, Light it up, Light it up, Light it up

Do you feel like somethings there too
Hiding this whole time, always in view
Come out come out, no one is afraid
Whats worse could happen trap me in a cage
Make me feel love pain rage
Everything i want then take it all away
Turn me to a slave for my cravings
Tell me that im fat and im lazy
Left in a trance in front of a tv let the media have its way with me
We all get a fix plus fringe benefits
Ignorant little shit
Conscious, smart as a whip
So simple so sick affects poor and rich all the skin pigments
Got a bit of jump back hit you when it unpacks
Clap clap clap flew through that one last
Blast blast blast evacuation
Panick stricken assassination
On the tip of some off script - toxic logic
Lost grip plummet - bled out, carried a lot of clout, that wave of fresh new thinkers? bring em out
Less trees more ass to mouth, mother hubbards cupboard stale crackers on the shelves
Were all in the same soup, bigot
Enough clucks out of you, chicken
Feel the cush start second guessing the push
I get comfortable in the same old lies
Its the jet stream, that youre left fleeing
Look straight through the mist till the day Im blind

Restlessly sleeping, awoke by some sort of power
Two fifty-six in the morning, a familiar hour
Is it our nature that makes them feel comfortable
Tossed by the way side like most of us normal folk
Were just some normal folks
Couple regular old Joes

Time sped up, line let up
Do you wanna go is your mind made up?
Steps taken up, watch as they mess up
Walk with a lean, a lotta energy
Anticipate the beat boss on my feet
Shred when i walk hop bop in the streets
Love how you talk that flock isnt weak
Hear what is heard? stock pilling a fleet
They were told we were all meek, I see beasts other than wolves among these sheep
Underworld, less ran more toured
Political dungeion everythings been scured its a shishkabob take your mittens off
I been this hard to copy since a disk would flop
Amiga - multimedia - or maybe just a feminine friend

Restlessly sleeping, awoke by some sort of power
Two fifty-six in the morning, a familiar hour
Is it our nature that makes them feel comfortable
Tossed by the way side like most of us normal folk
There are strangers among them
You can feel it so strong
A new day is dawning
The ceilings are gone
Chakras burning that third eye returns
Theres more to the maze they built than hedges and turns

Ive been thinking differently like all my life
You better get me with a knife gun shot in the night