Greydon Square - .6 lyrics

Somebody asked what happened i’ll tell you

I’ve seen us evolved and moving past this
We’re more inclined to burn it
All and smoke the ashes
Very little communication just dopey clashes
One clumsy step falling forth
Three going backwards
Fast the facts that’ll chase you back
Where the money runs from
Secular to pastor while be the
Axe that you’re running from
Criticisms that never seem to face the state
Created in the face of
Deteriorating race relations
Foolish vagrants seeking a safer space
Tryin’ to keep my tunes from the
Playlist aboard the space station dismantled
Point-nine canceled still waving the flag of
The future despite trampled
Music is worse, people respect the lame sound
Backpedal, reverse
Stuck retreading the same ground
Stiff back in the hearse
Caught up seeking the fame crown plane down
It’s clown world
Avoid the rabbit hole or get found
Hurled from even higher heights
Than where clouds whirl
People with less love and more hate
Living out the endgame
Thinking we’d be at point-eight
Planetary? We ain’t even national
State budgets’ leveraging cities
To be irrational
Fact based solutions never make
It to tactical
Just more Demo-crips and Re-blood-licans
In the capital
And I ain’t even scrape the reality yet
One second it’s armageddon next
It’s time to relax
They took the third world war
Zone for me to respect
I took a second world cab
Ride for each to reflect
Absurd, trying to curtail greed
We splurge complaining that we’re oppressed
Smoking first world weed stressed
Empathy dead, no givin’ sympathy
While anyone that thinks any different
Is with the enemy destroyer of heavens
We don’t deserve an undo
Laid amongst the wreckage
I’m snatching at point-seven from you
They took me out of my age
To find a quaint hairless ape
Still divided by race
And with this long list of
Grievances inside of our age
Success and failure decided by fate
I think I’ll fly to my cage
How can I solve for next lesson if I fallin’
Down the Kardeshev all with
The stressed freshman
Terror the peak of knowledge
A breach of solace
The climb was never meant to be parabolic
Err or promise
Scared to contribute but there to comment
Deceivers thinking they’re fair and honest
Wasting our time as the hour burns
The dismal downward turn
Complete with the shifting of power turns
From king of the jungle
Down to the alley-worms
6 is what’s left, thinking it’s how we learn