Tekstovi: Eyedea. Now.

were here to
bring the people and the music and the movement all together now
we see through
repetitive etiquette and the highly unoriginal
were here to
bring the people and the music and the movement all together now
they will lose
check it out now, check it out now
this is a necessary change from the grim simple and plain
gonna exercise that brain to break the chain pain is a part of gain
no need to explain
we innovate to generate an intricately interwoven tapestry
of musical and ethical epiphanies
the interest is minimal
im on an awsome mission with an angel
that can take it all the way to where the sun is
just like a runner loving running
tryina turn it into a simple symphony
simple sentiment adrenaline is coming back
im in the innercity, where i gotta be a superstar
id rather be a galaxy
but how you see is so dependent on the medicine the rhetoric
and how at any second you think you could sit on the brink of this
world is all asleep and i have no apologies
i breathe
keep my sight on what we ride on
let bygones be bygones
the migraines dont sidetrack
my final destination nothing rivals predetermination
to exterminate the germination
of a nation that accepts anything thats thrown in its fat face
cause when theres nothing left
theres no more point to the rat race
we dont waste a minute of the day
dont be offended what im saying
trying to send it all way to another stage
a creative alternator rated and greater
the crazy maniac mellodies end up all up in your face wait

success aint only based on self esteem
it takes a sense to differentiate between
whats yours and someone elses dreams
i felt the screams climbing up my cold spine
saying nows the time to put in all the energy
to get rid of the enemy... i said it so..

were here to
bring the people and the music and the movement all together now

we see through
repetitive etiquette and the highly unoriginal

were here to
bring the people and the music and the movement all together now

they will lose
'cause music aint good if it got style

sick of the same old thing

free us and touch what we cant see
twist that knife and watch him bleed
lost inside its way too deep
someone choke me
help me breathe

run from mistakes
right in my face
feels like im running in place