OLD DAYS
You say that, that there is nothing, that—
Yes, but you don't understand, everything that's been going on around here is like shit and I don't need any fake signs to think about, you've been seeing me suffering, what can that be?
Well, isn't this nice? Or not
Someone told me
"Stay away from places makin' you lonely"
I said, "Keep quiet"
Tell that shit to readers digest
I don't want to hear another word out your fuckin' mouth, keep quiet
No compromisin', no perfect rhyming
No emphasizing the situation arising
No switching sides and no socializing
I'ma redesign every brick on the wall of the world in my own way
Somewhere, somehow
We'll turn their life into right now
Someday we'll both say
"We've come so far from the old days"
I say, you say, sinnin' all until Sunday
I pray, then you pray, don't you know none of that goes away
Worship on the cross, scraping up your shit
Just to miss out where it costs, service full of hypocrites
So, baby, can you please rapture me? Please rapture me
And wherever I go, look out for me
Somewhere along the middle our halves will meet
I don't need nothing else, no need, please
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
Please, please, please, please
