Sixtoo - Lacking Precipitation lyrics

I used to play in waste-high snow, right around the corner from here And now we stroll through cold, but it don't snow here no more The seasons change and I can see it happening before my eyes Continental conditioning exchanging room for lies The compromise and what caused when I see these global changes Potential years of my life, something's wrong when I can see it plain as day Faint as the may winds when my mind exemplifies Trials and tribulations of manipulation and lies My son will never see the snow, except in 3-d simulators And open-space science replication escalators And I will tell my child about the fun we used to have And we'll not forget your sorry a** when he says, "can I go outside and play, dad?" This world that you created, I will take no f**ing part in When you ask for my apology, I'll reply with, "I beg your pardon." Global economizing, and the raping of the third world Exploiting mother nature and colonizing of a little girl It's western uncivilization, weighted scales claim people No wonder we got identity problems when you act like cave people I was born to march forth, and conquer the harsh north But I reside inside these fort walls from henceforth, regardless You can buy the foot of a goddess for your aesthetic pleasure I'll hold the memory inside my heart eternally as treasure And when your son wonders why he can't play in the toxic rain My son will look into my brain and get the explanation I see the hesitation in every guilty move you make I alleviate my conscience through the conscious mode of trade It's fundamental differences, you see, we have the witnesses Marking in your hit lists, you lie, we know the truth The primary campaign of that busting the supremist Is here upon us, in action, thought, and premise The counter-culture catalog for christian conservative clones Constricts countless conscious clever-minded types into depression That's the agenda, through conditioning by disaster Allows the cutting of rainforests. harder, faster, harder, faster We can't get in, corporate pa**word protected by the rich To take away from the people they educated The story's written by the winner, that's the goddamn truth The underrated's a champion, a cheater without any proof But I'll remain the outcast that looks like the typecast Aspiring middle-cla** that outlasts the rumor-mill And I'll swallow each jagged pill with the pleasure for discomfort And create the situations that arise from faces sunburnt But working long hours in pride-stricken constrictions The face that fights for what it believes in, despite The friction. and this is the same face that will look you in the eyes And then look upon my son and tell him how you lied with pride