Listener - You're So Underground lyrics

If you don't make a lot of
Money then you don’t make sense
If you can't push unit's then you're not
Worth their expense
If you’re not writing singles then you're
Not worth their lead
If you don't dance to their tune
They'll get someone else instead
You swear you're underground, and it fit's
Rest in peace
You're so underground, and it fit's
Rest in peace

This artist is starving for a peace
Of direction without spreading the infection
Being quartered is not exactly
My ideal Saturday activity
But, if it gives you satisfaction then tie
Me up and begin the subtraction
I know you need a pattern to
Fill your life up with
To give you boundaries
And to keep yourself coloring
In between the lines hi, I'm Dan
Been feeling 5 foot eleven feet small
I've got tired eyes and calloused ears
And accomplishments that make my
Failures look tall
We’re all just selfish superficial
Marionettes putting on
The show like a good little cadet
Follow me because I’ve found a
Hole in the net, of this prison
I see that hand and I hope you can see mine
And I hope you can see fine
Because this is where it all
Starts to get foggy
Weaving in and out of a labyrinth of
Muppets with cheese as our reward
And I'm not talking about money
Honey this is life and I
Know we’ve all got goals
But let's just be realistic and work
On strengthening our own souls
W e all know that we are all hollow
Filled with sand sleeping next
To the waters edge
For the future when I have questions
I'll simply open up my heart instead

Heads sleep on me like I'm
The softest of pillows
Like I’m willow standing in a
Crowd of big birds in the black forest of
Weeping willows snoring
Ignoring my pleas for accountability
Like making insomniacs sleep deep
And keeping you from filling blank sheets
With half lies and contradictions
There's nothing fiction about my science
Cascading into the deepest of chasms
Lying at the ground
Level of a new world of malcontent actors
Irritating the scalp of every head around
And always faking out faster
Trying to dig a place for yourself with
The only skills you can spin
I know you can't help but want to win
But, you just can't my friend
As the needle tears it's holes into
You the thinnest of fragile skins
Causing light to dry up your small gooey
Box of hopes, dreams, hurts, goals
And ambitions
You descend inwardly only to concoct
The most harmful of spells
Spit like crossbow darts to the
Heart of this wild
Boar with wishes to be sent to hell
And I just wanted to share
My little humble opinions

Everybody's got a hand out
They hand it out and stand there
Watching with their hand out waiting
It's not like I'm so big that
I can't fill some hearts
But behind every piece of art that gets
Bought is an artist that gets fed
No doubt, debating whose needs are to be met
It's my luxury to make the music that I want
And that your gonna need
But, you just don't know it yet
I've said a lot of words but not nearly
Enough to empty my drive towards respect
You'll get your chance to speak
I just hope it's something that you
And I both won't regret
We've got a lot of people trying to multitask
Their so talented at their own tasks and
Even still they try to rap, how embarrassing
Arms up and heads down, thoughts not occupied
And even still they try and critique sound
See, I'm the weathered pen warrior digging
Trenches through closed ears and minds
Injecting gallons of ink into your empty
Waterbed mattress of a brain
So you can get to sleep just fine
And soundly as I write this line
Goodnight last breath, goodnight