Words of wisdom work for purpose
Eternal utterings brought to surface Histories curve bends to freedom
Each thought or thing affects the curve Confused we are and I the most
For attempting to answer a question posed The worldy wise speak in silence
Needing to be right or liked is a need of tyrants Craving praise the weakened will
Is made a slave to peoples thrill We trade our channel for screen and screams
And having made it there are still not pleased Nothing's too much
Everything is not enough I live this lie Don't call my bluff My title, My Wage, My privilege, My Cage
The scructures that house my fear of days Stripped, I am, not woman, or man
A speck of an energy I don't understand The invisible hand (Not death as a market)
But life as a cycle, the flame that sparks it With or without my buildings and bombs
And blabbering bullshit I put in a song
The show will go on
The show will go on
Eternal utterings brought to surface Histories curve bends to freedom
Each thought or thing affects the curve Confused we are and I the most
For attempting to answer a question posed The worldy wise speak in silence
Needing to be right or liked is a need of tyrants Craving praise the weakened will
Is made a slave to peoples thrill We trade our channel for screen and screams
And having made it there are still not pleased Nothing's too much
Everything is not enough I live this lie Don't call my bluff My title, My Wage, My privilege, My Cage
The scructures that house my fear of days Stripped, I am, not woman, or man
A speck of an energy I don't understand The invisible hand (Not death as a market)
But life as a cycle, the flame that sparks it With or without my buildings and bombs
And blabbering bullshit I put in a song
The show will go on
The show will go on