122. Revolution 10

Real soultions don't come easily, John.
Just go ahead and speak to my mom.
Standing on yer both opaque clouds.
Screamin' out loud to one another.

The dreams of real men are so simplistic
When you think that everyone around
Is so Introverted and spastic.
I wanna change their dumb ass fucking heads.

I go carrying the weight of the world on me
And no one beats an eye
I state that this revolution shit don't stick
No one ever asks why

You say it's gonna be..
Alright.

I beg to differ your incorrect decision
And some may thing it's wrong.
Some seem to think I'm on a mission
But that's just shit.

I wanna stand tall and ring the diversion bell
But they all hold dear my health
I'm in a private dimension in hell
I don't need no wealth

I go carrying the weight of the world on me
And no one beats an eye
I state that this revolution shit don't stick
No one ever asks why

You say it's gonna be..
Alright.

Well I now beg to differ and you know it's true.
I stand and quiver and yet you all laugh
The world is mine to impose my influence
And I shall yell at distance.

I hope it's gonna be alright.
I still hope so at night.
I Respond with positives.
But I mean negative words.