1st class, second….third class citizen Just makes me wonder:’what kind of world are we living in?’
Disaster strikes, armies more militant
Who starts the good fight shines bright like a filament
Turn cheeks nowadaze plight Might find you like a simpleton
Burn cash like Dom-pass and then see who gets vigilant
Diligentlly dealin, signing and sealing
Digitall analog dream weaving,
Steady Lazer beaming…
Synaptic Synergies convening..
And This is where we spill dreamland
A Dreamworld where all is not as its seeming
…where normal life seems bland
…where reasons and seasons lose meanings
we still steady lazer beaming
beam me up scotti…i think i’m leavin..