Paroles The Honey, The Power, The Light de Golden Shoulders

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The honey, the power, the light, they all blind me,
Leave no stone unturned you'll still never find me.
The rock that I hide in will never crack open,
The shopping yard chisel* if you think I'm jokin'.
I cannot be swayed and I will not be quiet,
Tell the fat cats and big wigs to go on a diet.

They're taking up space that has better uses,
So let's jump the tracks and unhitch their cabooses.
They're making it clear they don't get my vibe.
So publish solutions and I will subscribe
And contribute page after page of my theories
Which I will type out 'til my fingers grow weary.

My arms they are shaking right up to my neck.
I was a good job paid off with bad checks,
And counterfeit cash with faked IOUs,
And phony sunsets and fraudulent use.
They'll distract me, I know, and I'll pay the fee
And I'll borrow from those a lot younger than me.

The kids did not want to grow old and stupid
But that's what they got for ignoring cupid.
His arrows went flying he shot at them all,
But his aim was so poor he punctured a wall.
Well what happen I'll tell you the brain killed the heart,
And so his solutions were passed off as art.

They're churning out robots and marching machines
Who go and write stories for large magazines.
Yeah, with pages paid off by corporate sponsors,
Who came in like champions and ended up monsters.
When angels and guardians finally desert me
The cops and the crooks will team up just to hurt me.

I cannot be swayed to a life of frustration,
Of punching in walls when I'd rather punch nations,
Who never stop fighting these not knowing victory.
So give me blank books to fill up with history.
There's more to believe than just* assumptions,
And wait for the big foot to descend and crush them.

I'm just a lone bottle, I float with the notion
That there's some meaning in this bottled ocean.
My tide will come in if you'll hear a knocking,
Above all the roar of this meaningless talking.
Attempts to invent a whole new way to fight
Will fall through the honey, and the power, and light

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