Andy and I, we're talking about' wasting time, we were soaking up our minds, with new things .
I woke up one morning, all of a sudden, I was here.
she said "wait a minute, the future's coming near, but are we prisoners or pioneers?"

I still dream about you on a daily basis,
and I get so sick of people who are racist
and if World War 3 comes around, I'll find a comfortable hole in the ground.
they try to prove whose bombs are bigger, it's just not worth seeing
I am not a soldier mamma, I'm a human Being

We turn the volume up, we turn the t.v on, sit back and let life move on
saying "We don't wanna grow up"
we get appointments but we don't wanna show up
we all say....we all say...

It's nothing but blurred lines, they want to talk about who's straight and gay.
But I see a picture of you with someone else and i'm wounded for the day.
Idk idk idk idk why, maybe after all i'm a jealous guy

I wonder...where is she now?
I swore I found her, my healer, my medicine.
I just can't get it over the counter, it's such a sin
I've had it, i've had enough.
All the stupid things i've done for love.

We were in a feel, and it felt like time had stopped and
we were young and dumb but every word off your tongue i have not forgotten.

I will get it out of my head...."I THINK I CAN, I THINK I CAN"

I fell asleep in my car as the rain hit the windows last night,
i was dreaming of a better life, i was forgiven, I had forgived.
I wanted that moment forever, JUST LIKE THIS
(Turns page)

That euphoria, hesistation, and fear.
as future, the artist, draws us near.
What exactly are we doing here?
Are we prisoners or pioneers?
what's to happen what's to come, After all is said and done?
are we prisoners or pioneers?
what exactly are we doing here?

24 hours till tomorrow, happy new years.

(Bombs go off in brooklyn, where will you be? drive to the center of the city and set something on fire, where will you be?)