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Lyrics:
As i sit contemplating revoloution

Ive come to the conclusion
you might be suffering
sum kind of brain de-evoloution,
Caused by the poloution

coming from your T.V. Screen
and your under false delusion

that theres nothing worth savin,
and your tired of playin

maybe the games is rigged and Everyone knows
but they aint sayin

swimmin in negativity,
submit to tourture willingly
feast on pain,
go insane,
you hurting you is killing me,
Im not your enemy,
in fact,
im only here to help so stop yelling and let me be.

Take a breath and try to have sum kind of gravity

everything will be ok just wait and see

and we get there it will all have been a memory



Chorus

:
Maybe by next November
I'll manage to remember
Not to spend all my time
Grasping blindly, or swinging in the dark!
To live with eyes wide open
Work hard to fix whats broken
and no contempt is spoken
even when we're swimmin with the sharks!


Well, Im a musician and im in the position
to give you a rendition of
my life and my mission
and to reiterate all my love and my hate

no fakes,
just listen to the beauty of my mistakes

Piece of cake on a platter,
if you drop it, it will shatter

pick it up and eat it anyway,
its all made of the same batter

Go to a place where the petty shit no longer matters

get lost in the music,
let your thoughts become scattered

live for FUN and LOVE
and keep your feet off of the corporate ladder

and the crowd they hold their breath, as they hear the clatter

you see pick fall in the hole behind my strings
I crack a smile

It will never stop a man who sings!


Chorus

:
Maybe by next November
I'll manage to remember
Not to spend all my time
Grasping blindly, or swinging in the dark!
To live with eyes wide open
Work hard to fix whats broken
and no contempt is spoken
even when we're swimmin with the sharks!




Where did you start out? Square one! Cocked like a hand gun!

Lighter than a feather, cut the teather, let it fly son!

And i know, i can fly, i can fight, i can crow

Dressed in green with a gold sword, Wadaya know!

Heart to heart, mind to mind, sumtimes i find time

to walk the lines and look at the signs

The side of the road really showed me where my heart was

But i was half buzzed on hurricane, spinning like a top does

Lo and behold, i was bestowed my long lost vision

and i made a quick desicion and side stepped a near collison

maybe since then i might be takin betta care of my self

and not leaveing all these feeling that i have on the shelf.

maybe others will break out and quit with the fake out,

quit frontin and let it out!
and when the sufferings done

We can go can go back to havin fun!

Chorus x2

:
Maybe by next November
I'll manage to remember
Not to spend all my time
Grasping blindly, or swinging in the dark!
To live with eyes wide open
Work hard to fix whats broken
and no contempt is spoken
even when we're swimmin with the sharks!

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from Wasting time E​.​P., released March 2, 2013

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