All in all its just another day, I spot the ring, I venture down the shoot. Tapping through the cobwebs, bustin out this prison so i can hear you. For all the ones i leave behind, Now tell me how to sparkle, shine. animating my vision of freedom, that was suposed to be my own. I run a thousand miles from here, find words of creation, that happen to be fact. The only thing that is becoming real. Don't want the design of wannabe gods, Filling the air with orders and sloth. I am the ones they hate. They listen to me from the dugout. Because in this noise is panic your the enemy, the one they would spill blood for. without ever truely knowing, which voice you know is yours. All that negativety sounds the same, Now your unemployed.