how the tedium eats
can’t stop the feeling that creeps under the sheets
under the skin where that city just sleeps
over the wind people are afraid to speak
chameleon cummunicado, generation now
got to hit the lotto, got to sell it on out
get it all at once, living out the front
putting something in their lungs, nose
something in the vein
numbing the pain to break the modern refrain
what to claim?
lost control, lost restraint
most just float until they hit the floor
live in the abandoned houses of the ghosts of war
so repaint the place to reclaim the space
but there goes that stain you can’t erase
ergo, call me Rene Descartes to the faint of heart
it ain’t to make a mark it’s to draw a map
this is where we’re living at
live from the Minneap
everybody run around the city trapped
act like you knew
this is the Bad Time Zoo
Sims bring it live on the check one, two

everyone’s yelling get free, get free
everybody yelling get fresh, get fresh
everyone caught the same old sickness
spent all the change and there ain’t no difference

this is your captain speaking
this ship is rapidly sinking
this mission was lost from the yard
so thanks for the help, watch for the sharks
shots in the dark I pray for health
but I’m running out of places of where to
send that prayer
I hang a thousand mile stare in the bended air
then bend it back over kicks and snares
I keep it moving call me piston flare
watch me flip the miles
nah, call me Ishmael
I’ve got a bigger fish to snare
this is wildlife in the bright light
caught up in a different glare
everybody everywhere so disrepaired
up all night up all night
trying to make it right
but as it demands we keep on moving at
the speed of life
this is wildlife, close claws no cause
my mic sounds right, no pause
act like you do
show me the Bad Time Zoo
Sims bring it live on the check one where
he’s living at
live from the Minneap
everybody run around the city trapped
act like you do then
show me the Bad Time Zoo
Sims bring it live on the check one, two
everyone’s yelling get free, free
everybody yelling get fresh, get fresh
everyone caught the same old sickness
spent all the change and there ain’t no difference
everyone’s yelling get free, free,
everybody yelling get fresh, get fresh
everyone caught the same old sick
spent all the change, ain’t nothing changed


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