A metaphorical political pot induced rock song!
I play every instrument in my home studio.
I want to collaborate with someone with ambition, and passion for music, and takes the word "collaboration" seriously. Can you play a instrument? Or are you good at mixing?
If so, you should absolutely contact me
SURVIVAL OF THE FATTEST.
They never said The Dying tried,
to break the circle we abide.
we're not allowed to look around,
to see we are growing down.
We've all been taught that this is right,
and that there's nothing there to fight,
but climb the mountain high and far!
that kind of freedom is who we are!
For all the Freedom left on earth,
Was stolen from us on our birth.
So who are you, and who am I?
wingless Birds will never fly.
Without our feathers we must stay.
until they grow, we must obey.
They break our hold, and fold our hands.
"From the dust, in God we trust."
Survival of the fattest!
They Grant us happiness they claim.
technology it's not the same.
I want to see what's left unseen,
not from a TV screen.
We are who they want us to be.
it's like there never was a "me".
if we explore what the spirit holds,
they call us criminals.
So now we're prisoners down here.
the walls will never disappear.
it's why we drink. it's why we fight.
we're only ants without our rights.
in only dreams are spirits free,
my own romantic fantasy,
'cause I have seen, and I have felt.
beyond the dust, the soul I trust.