There is too much, there is too much,
Everything it is madness
And maybe it'll all make sense
But from where I am,
I can't believe that
And anyone who can't see that,
Well I don't really need them.
Oh but I know, that everything changes
From the oceans waves to the pavement.
All we all we stand we fall
We all go together from the womb to the grave.
And one led wrong can end it all
Just because they want everything to stay where it lays.
But picture the past, we were earth we were hands
And a man was a man not the things that he has.
Now we are fastened to silicone plastic
And thoughts of detaching are a kind of disaster.
Watch people talking and move their attention
On down with their eyes that take fire with LED lights in their
Handful of organized pictures and things to commit you
And connect you and project you
And oh there is too much, there is too much,
Everything it is madness
And maybe it'll all make sense
But from where I am,
I can't believe that
And anyone who can't see that
Well I don't really need them.
Oh but I know, that everything changes
From the oceans waves to the pavement.
And slowly lifting my cellular eyes,
I say, I don't think I can't handle it
When I, happily buried alive, am exposed by the tides
Pulling back who I am.
All we all we stand we fall
We all go together from the womb to the grave.
And one led wrong can end it all
Just because they want everything to stay where it lays.
All we all we stand we fall
We all go together from the womb to the grave.
Everything it is madness
And maybe it'll all make sense
But from where I am,
I can't believe that
And anyone who can't see that,
Well I don't really need them.
Oh but I know, that everything changes
From the oceans waves to the pavement.
All we all we stand we fall
We all go together from the womb to the grave.
And one led wrong can end it all
Just because they want everything to stay where it lays.
But picture the past, we were earth we were hands
And a man was a man not the things that he has.
Now we are fastened to silicone plastic
And thoughts of detaching are a kind of disaster.
Watch people talking and move their attention
On down with their eyes that take fire with LED lights in their
Handful of organized pictures and things to commit you
And connect you and project you
And oh there is too much, there is too much,
Everything it is madness
And maybe it'll all make sense
But from where I am,
I can't believe that
And anyone who can't see that
Well I don't really need them.
Oh but I know, that everything changes
From the oceans waves to the pavement.
And slowly lifting my cellular eyes,
I say, I don't think I can't handle it
When I, happily buried alive, am exposed by the tides
Pulling back who I am.
All we all we stand we fall
We all go together from the womb to the grave.
And one led wrong can end it all
Just because they want everything to stay where it lays.
All we all we stand we fall
We all go together from the womb to the grave.