crawling through a systematic maze and it pains to demise pain in our eyes strain of drownin wading into your lies degradation so loud that you can t hear the sound of our cries all the dreamers have gone to the side of the road which we will lay on inundated by media virtual mind fucks in streams all we wanted was a chance to talk stead we only got outlined in chalk feet have bled a million miles we ve walked revealing at the end of the day the charade perpetrators beware say a prayer if you dare for the believers with a faith at the size of a seed enough to be redeemed relegated to savages bound by the way of the deceivers so anchors be sure that you re sure we ain t no amateurs all we wanted was a chance to talk stead we only got outlined in chalk feet have bled a million miles we ve walked revealing at the end of the day the charade with the veil off our eyes we ll truly see and we ll march on and it really won t take too long and it really won t take us very long revealing at the end of the day the charade all we wanted was a chance to talk stead we only got outlined in chalk stead we only got outlined in chalk revealing at the end of the day the charade all we wanted was a chance to talk revealing at the end of the day the charade all we wanted was a 21
['funk', 'hip hop', 'indie soul', 'neo soul', 'soul', 'urban contemporary']