Manga Saint Hilare - Poetry & Politics lyrics
[Manga Saint Hilare - Poetry & Politics lyrics]
Their vision, is fucking up my focus
I'm on borrowed time i don't own it
Because even when your scene ends
Nothing doesn't stop
The cameras keep rolling
Just keep walking & talking
They'll comment on your progress
The critisms are just part of the process
When you start looking for validation
Thats when you start losing yourself
Have you noticed
They words we speak are forever
Yet alot of time they're getting
Lost in the moment
Conversating with closed minds
Won't make doors open
So we got to play games & come
To terms that we don't control it
Stop moaning becuase there is a wall that we
Are all going to hit
I just brace myself as i rapidly aproach it
Your giving yourself
But the sales is what they want
Becuase the numbers don't lie
Its the handwriting of gods
You've got money now & you can buy things
But at what cost?
Blinded by the neon dreams that they sold you
You've lost sight of where you from
Now things ain't how they once was
Poetry & politics we live it
They make money from it
Cut up the cultures that they are borrowing
Can't you see whats wrong with it?
We ain't playing to win
Look at all of these digital sins
Is how things remain
This unfair power exchange
I'm on borrowed time i don't own it
Because even when your scene ends
Nothing doesn't stop
The cameras keep rolling
Just keep walking & talking
They'll comment on your progress
The critisms are just part of the process
When you start looking for validation
Thats when you start losing yourself
Have you noticed
They words we speak are forever
Yet alot of time they're getting
Lost in the moment
Conversating with closed minds
Won't make doors open
So we got to play games & come
To terms that we don't control it
Stop moaning becuase there is a wall that we
Are all going to hit
I just brace myself as i rapidly aproach it
Your giving yourself
But the sales is what they want
Becuase the numbers don't lie
Its the handwriting of gods
You've got money now & you can buy things
But at what cost?
Blinded by the neon dreams that they sold you
You've lost sight of where you from
Now things ain't how they once was
Poetry & politics we live it
They make money from it
Cut up the cultures that they are borrowing
Can't you see whats wrong with it?
We ain't playing to win
Look at all of these digital sins
Is how things remain
This unfair power exchange