On Line

I was never hopeless in the land of gray
Hardly exposing my own thoughts at play
Everyone was holdin' too tight
To the shadow that gets lost in the light

And they keep on sayin' that they gotta get out
And they keep on sayin' that they gotta get out

There he goes again he's gonna fly right off his broom
Sweepin' it under the rug made in tycoon
What had happened to the man who sold those children?
Covered the cronies who live in big white buildings

And they keep on sayin' that they gotta get out
And they keep on sayin' that they gotta get out

Cause all they do is run
From the Truth and everyone
Are we reading the same signs
On Line? On Line

I bet he's Vlad he's got a friend who can put him at the top of the chain
Let the money do the talkin' and let the talkin' walk down every block and inflict its stain
In the Garden the python shouts
Adam took the fruit to sell for useless clout

And he keeps on sayin' that he's gotta get out
And she keeps on sayin' that he's gotta get out
And they keep on sayin' that he's gotta get out
And we keep on sayin' that he's gotta get out



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Richard Mclaughlin
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