I'M Not Sure You Know What To Say Part 2

And I sit here silently holding on in a world that is not my own Wondering why outsmarting drug dealers And running away from broken homes has landed me into a brave new world Where we go stalk miracles revolutionizing for truth to come from the mouths of terrible liars has to go on Why am I the one downing poison called medication with rashes and sleeping disorders? When some sick man can get on a plane and sleep with a kidnapped little girl for a one night stand and politicians will fight and defend this political friend to the end but we delude ourselves that we indeed have freedom So here I stand clipping the wings of angels and heroes speaking to madmen and obsessive-compulsive demons Telling every young person the use for an ******** is not a fetish that only the underground spies can sabotage While the rest of us complain about computer viruses We all came from another world to come together to defeat something And now that these tests arte being failed And we approach god’s birthday Gabrielle has a new dance not called the Macarena And I have a few stories to tell of hybrid theories connecting the dots and those poisoning the well Silent wars And official plots full of holes that never came from bullets As I sit here studying the feathers I have pulled from the angel’s wings I have clipped and the demons think I am on their side I cry to myself between me and you because man has a plan and the demons have no idea that god and the angels and the people they have poisoned are going to introduce them to one heck of a ride But I know you have nothing to say