Chased by fools, in a world of their own
Pushing aside, oil the signs that inspire
Avoiding the art, to create a new issue
Someone with handcuffs, who's chained to the past.
If I'm changing then I'm changing.
Take off your mask; there's no place in my desk file
For someone who reasons, regardless of new styles.
Settled on a handshake—my first mistake. It's my life.
And I say, "What for this? This what for?“
I don't need those looks, so pick your face off the floor.
Justice may prove we should wait, not provoke;
To entertain, must we stick to the rules?
If I'm changing, oh won't you please let go!
Trapped by rules, in a world that could breathe
Choking the spark that creates — am I signing a new lease?
Ask yourself why, before raising dead issues
You are someone who's lost touch and died in the clasp.
I settled for a handshake, my first mistake—
It's my life, and I say...
Pushing aside, oil the signs that inspire
Avoiding the art, to create a new issue
Someone with handcuffs, who's chained to the past.
For someone who reasons, regardless of new styles.
And I say, "What for this? This what for?“
I don't need those looks, so pick your face off the floor.
Justice may prove we should wait, not provoke;
To entertain, must we stick to the rules?
Choking the spark that creates — am I signing a new lease?
Ask yourself why, before raising dead issues
You are someone who's lost touch and died in the clasp.
It's my life, and I say...
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