There's a world outside your window
Swinging and a singing along
Through all the freaks on the block
It's called a shmuck that's me
Four-eyed frog that can't speak
A waste of space taking the air that you breathe

I guess it's pretty easy to show your true colors
When you're staring down your noses chewing others
I never really thought this through
But I share the world with you

To everyone else
I'm a drag for your prize
Another wonderful life
A disguise no more eyes
In this chain gang stride
Our faceless crimes leading one track minds
Through poisoned apathetic rhythmic lines

From the grave where we lie
Another dance trough the night
Watch it all fall apart
At the next red light
And the victim, the killer meets the remedy
Three voices we listen we've got to find a harmony

And out of the presses
We're going through the factory
The casts of our heartache
The fruits of our misery
Confusing the thinker as we linger
Making mountains
Carving trenches our time waster
Vulnerable now we see the bone
Is it worth two in the hand so you can call it your own?
We're falling with the rain
Slipped through the cracks but we'll grow

Take it back ten years to the dime
The garden choked the flowers clipped the blossoms we're snide
Teaching the poets to use my pain for their rhymes
It's never over we both can't quit

Showed us the steps and the means we should take
Shouting a shield to hide whispering it's all fake
Slowly sowing more regrets
For a scapegoat none the less

Think you're free from the lines
Tearing us to each side
Watch the clock from afar
Bringing us for the ride
Convincing no one's worth the time
Overthinking walks of life
Clipped the wings of a dove
Olive branch iron grasp
Avenues as the crown angels shine in the black
And the victim, the killer meets the remedy
One thing's for sure I appreciate the honesty

Out of the presses
We're going through the factory
The casts of our heartache
The fruits of our misery
Confusing the thinker as we linger
Making mountains
Carving trenches our time waster
Casting shade with the shape of the crows
As the words of the wise come to life from below
We're falling with the rain
Slipped through the cracks but we'll grow