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sweatshop union - staring at the walls (too late) كلمات الأغنية

i’m watching on as it crumbles around
and sitting staring at the walls as they’re tumbling down
what makes it worse is that i know what’s unfolding
and yet i go with the flow it’s as if i don’t even notice it
’til it’s too late
and it’s all just crumbling around us
sitting staring at the walls as they’re tumbling down
what makes it worse is that we know what’s unfolding
and yet we go with the flow it’s as if we don’t even notice it
’til it’s too late

living in an age of pesticides
picket fences and stepford wives
everybody mezmerized
watching the news, petrified
stressed inside, acting like it’ll all be good
just basing our lives on hollywood
but it ain’t working out like we thought it should [thought it should]
[no] disillusioned, just sitting through it like nothing’s wrong, [nothing’s wrong]
comfortably numb, couldn’t give a f-ck it all
[now] why you think they want to put fluoride in drinking water?
give your kids ritalin, get ’em high and say they think he’s smarter
it’s all a part of the grander scheme to keep the people distracted from planting seeds,
trying to grow these magic beans,
living in an age of fantasies, travesties, and apathies
so p-ss the weed
it’s all too much for me, i need to relax in peace.

hope it isn’t too late
i hope it ain’t too late
early, early, early
is it too late?
i hope it ain’t too late

living in a world of opposites
black, white, left, right consciousness
everybody caught in this
walking on the edge of this bottomless pit
better elevate, levitate
never wait ’til you get a break, too late
never hesitate, get a bit of cake
swallow a bit of truth with a sip of lemonade
don’t forget to swim when you get up in the lake
don’t forget to swim when you get up into sp-ce
sun, moon, earth, let me get a little taste
? ? ? let me get up in your place
let me get a shape, put a name to the face
let me get a break from the game and the race
let me meditate ’til my brain get erased
and my love is the same as my pain and my hate

i fall up harder and back again
won’t keep repeating the pattern i’m standing in
trying to p-ss this labyrinth
living in an ancient cosmic beam
thoughts of she whose conscious dream
of breathing and eating, dying and returning to constantly

- sweatshop union

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