Promoe - Headache lyrics

Thinking's a headache - that's
Why we avoid it thought reveals truth
And the pain of the facts
Thinking's a headache - that's
Why we avoid it
Reach for my hand, and I'll give you my soul

Man I'm running through life with blinders
Avoiding the signs that are yelling
Out loud and clear
That my time is runnin out quicker
Though I'm done
With the liquor and I'm young
And my ticker's still
Strong - it ain't long till
I'm gone with a flicker
My whole race is gone
Sicker DNA molecular structure
Like pieces of puzzles that
Ain't fitting my muscles
Degenerated, my semen's sedated from
Stress and toxic
Waste my whole being's mutated (my soul)
Don't even mention my soul it's
Been gone for so long
I'm feeling like a black hole
I lost my religion and lost
Touch with my inner self
Being consumed by the flames
Of a sinner's hell
Stumblin around in a state of mass
(confusion)
And I see no solution (confusion)
But to turn up the music to soothe this
(pain that I'm feeling)

Thinking's a headache - that's
Why we avoid it thought reveals truth
And the pain of the facts
Thinking's a headache - that's
Why we avoid it
Reach for my hand, and I'll give you my soul

I try to open my heart-find it
Hard to open my window
Tell large let's echo across the
Globe from the disco
Where people sing Julie Driscoll
(now I see rainbows of many more colours)
In a world that's black and white
You're taught to act
Your type like it's a fact
Of life avoiding the real
Facts - we spiral downwards
Inbreeding a bunch of spineless cowards
Livin in an illusion we define as ours
Nationalism's that kind of prison
We assign all power
Desperately clinging on to it
Until the final hour (I
Heard someone crying) well it was I
I-m feeling tired of lying and denying
The obvious how we making
Like ostriches holdin
Ourselves as our hostages
A disgrace to philosophers and
How we rather not think about it cus

Thinking's a headache - that's
Why we avoid it thought reveals truth
And the pain of the facts
Thinking's a headache - that's
Why we avoid it
Reach for my hand, and I'll give you my soul

The leaders got headaches
Givin the people more headaches
Ain't no need for paramedics
This disease is too deadly
The leaders got headaches
Givin the people more headaches
Ain't no need for paramedics
This disease is too deadly
Thinking's a headache - that's
Why we avoid it thought reveals truth
And the pain of the facts
Thinking's a headache - that's
Why we avoid it
Reach for my hand, and I'll give you my soul