I’ve been busting my head all day thinking of a place far away. Time spent dreaming of a life worthwhile, sensitive hearts have been sentenced to life. Not enough body bags for all them body parts, I can now see, it’s crystal clear to me, it ain’t worth living in apathy. Censored ideas are realized in my mind, horrified by thoughts nurturing inside. I’m sick of this life, sick of this s***. Why won’t you let me live inside my dreams? Middle fingers rising from the middle east, there’s nothing in this world worth the life of all those kids. Not enough body bags for all them body parts, I can now see, it’s crystal clear to me, it ain’t worth living in apathy. Bedtime stories conquer my soul cause I’m pretty sure that no one gives a f*** about my thoughts no more…