Some days I wake
and I do look outside
and I know what I see
And think the dream from where I've come
might be reality
I stand and I do walk
and I do look
and I fall short of making sense
and on days like this I....
On days like these I'm looking at billboards and machines
and commercials on the screens
when the pictures in the trains
playing games inside the brains of all the people
who oblige like ants
to advertising sydnicates
I look at shit like this
and I cannot make no sense of it
Mad about thinking about thinking about
all the streets that never end
filled with cars and trucks and parking lots
and fumes that fill my head
and then my mind begins to hurt
it beats inside of me
I look and I do wonder
but I cannot make no sense of it
It drives me mad hearing all the mobiles that do ring
seeing kids with phones like dogs with bones
destruction these things bring
and then I'm sure man must be mad to worship tools like this
I think of better things
and I cannot make no sense of it
I was born in a land where natives they were shamed
and today the government's afraid to recognise the blame
and deal with reconciliation that does stink
I think of better things
and I cannot make no sense of it
Vova
