music: c. sexton; lyrics: n. hexum and d. martinez
i am a music lover and some how i get paid
this song would still exist if no money
was made
that's the difference
i summed it up in a sentence
i'm sittin' here perfectly still cuz i've got
no place to go
be about two months until we light up
the show follow me now
i sing of spring it's a marvelous thing
what else swing the thing you bring
yo i got to say hola
oragne county to angola
i go back to the beat
it never let me down
zone in and let it rola
i deam stream of sweat that connects
me to you
i still be all about that thing that you do
we dip dip dive and herbalize
i don't look over my shoulder but i know
there are spies
but then long time crew
stuck like glue
you never let me down
always came through
always kept the flow
even when you didn't know
don't ask us
we make it up as we go
chorus
seems like people are the viruses
and earth is simply tired of us
so many headz what if something would
give
and kill off our race
maybe diseases from space
arriving from a comet
with a trail left for the planet
say the wake it created was the start of
the end
filled with spores that were engineered
plant pathogens
what's in the future for the view is many
changes
humans could be in danger
what would you eat to be a remainder
as your food is maimed
to take you out the frame
some would vaporize
wome would remain
the same suckers with no cares about
the wave of the world i feel
their lives are destined for hard times
too
there's a parallel universe that might be
blocked
but by emotion we put into it we could
unlock
i'm not saying we could escape fate tun-
nelling in this vast
untranslatable energy filled of dust and
ash