Time - 2:15 Am lyrics

It's 2:15 in the morning and i still can't speak I'm stuck on the carpet, I don't wannna get up The streets are frozen and so are are my eyes We all say we're happy but how many times have we lied? As a ghost alone, i dance in our old foreclosed home Im immortal on an answering machine but imprisoned by a phone Freedom is the road, but every motel room is a jail cell My smile got shattered, i just stay silent, its funny its my pattern Different city, same mindstate Different drug but still we can't escape These memoreis are permanent they just won't leave I wish i could retun em but i lost the receipt There they are in a drunked state On a sunken ship, with a pumpkins face You're just a seed in a pomegranate I guess i am too i dont want to rhyme to earth Leave me alone with your expectations and opinions Your comments were made by the slave of your fingers Your brain is tissue, your essence is pure Why do you act like garbade when you arent? Its true i've been discouraged but i'm too stubborn to quit Too dumb to give up like they're dumb to resist Revole is a six letter word that is useless without action Revolutions's can bring change or just be repitions cycles going in circles Traditions shouldn't be upheld if they're outdated I wish ignorance would rot, but it's been well refridgerated Like a child in front of a playstation Growing as fat as the pig did before it was k**ed and renamed bacon We dont eat humans though Just their money cuz dead ones can't get taxed They take my pennies and call me a patriot So intead of saving change let's start making it You've been trying to k** her haven't you? You've been trying to k** her haven't you? Last night i saw you stab her with cliches and redundancies I had to watch her bleed right in front of me I watched the police chase you down the street I waited for the ambulance as she cried and screamed Justice can be in the ink of a pen Or a knife as it sinks into a friend Ive seen too many crucifixations, i've been the lumberjack for crosses I've been a carpenter, i've been an accomplice, but ill never be a martyr I have high aspirations i want to plant seeds i want to be a gardener I used to wear a towel for a cape Now i fly with words and use vowels for escape At night i close my eyes and fly over the city I can hear everyone's problems but mine aren't with me Sirens echo off the buildings, 3rd shift workers yawn Some go to their 3rd job, while others worry about their lawn I'm gone, i'm away from the neon hum songs I'm watching dew drip from a branch in a lavender dawn Ghosts in a lonely parade crowd the highways The moons pillars cracked in the night, the sky gave The fluid dew became fog and turned to mist I took a deep breath in, i couldn't resist We write to get rid of the world and create a new one The history we tell ourselves is a lie, it's time to tell the true one Follow me to the berry fields bring a cup Ill bring the straw we can scare the locusts away and drink up the dusk We all like to swag but underneath we want to die No more emotions thats why we tattoo tears on eyes Cubicles at work, then we go home to cubicles If you resist you're a witch, they threw arthur in the crucible This is for the curator who found art By burning down his own musuem, he cried as it fell apart Are we just nature's fools or did god change the rules? Or is there nothing out there buy guns, germs, and ghouls? They say pa**ion can k** reason and coal can change the seasons They say this isn't environmental collapse, i think money k**ed reason Hands to the crystal ball let me get my soothsayer on I see a rusty plowshare reflecting the gleam of a brand new raytheon Barbarians, blood and murder gets you medals Depleted uranium in the lungs, he loves me not she picks the petal White phosphorus in the lungs, he loves me not she picks the petal