Confined Lyrics

Confine me to the freedom of my mind to keep me occupied

Let me dream a dream where I redesign the mountainside

I aint seen a thing yet, what's ya secret

Cause I see it on ya face yeah ya full of regret

Let me be the one to tell ya for the thousandth time

No more applications for continuations, they all got denied

If only you would not have lied, you wouldn't be surrounded by

Excuses for your alibis 'bout where you took the bad advice

It sounded nice how demand met supply and then they found a price

Who knew that you would have to be the sacrifice

They dimmed ya lights, and pinned ya right against a wall

And took a slice a life that isn't small, it wasn't nice

They let you fall back to a crawl, so now who's running?

Since you gotcha license for the hunting

Of goodwill, like he don't know you're coming

He hear ya groan and grunting

And you'll get blown to nothing

If ya don't do something

I should be allowed to mind jus how my mind been ground up by my axe to grind

With father time, passed down from some hands that's kind

Enough to speak in pantomime, but it gets tough to see the sign

That I can handle mine, and always keep that in mind

Ya never told me to need ya, but I know when to feed ya

I seen ya way up high but how low can I meet ya

Under the bridge that runs over under analyzed chances

For the outcome to be other than who stand on which branches

Of a tree of life that never leaves, one we read and write about

The one that money grow on where the enemies is hiding out

Within the property's amenities, but if we try to shout

We drowned out by our interdependency on doubt

The sum is zero in this game, cuz the hero still hasn't came

But if you want a good defense, then Bob Shapiro is the name

Mark Geragos, the same, but only if ya got the coin

To turn around the whole shabang, before it hit ya in the groin

From where ya came is where ya go,

To catch blame for a miracle

They set the truth up in a frame

Plainly exposing its fear of hope

And you might hope I hear the joke

About who sleep and who woke,

But with a hundred twenty degrees,

How can't ya see what ya don't

No matter the fact of the matter

The facts do not actually matter

If you find a clue that's in jeopardy

You got to ask for the answer

So what is the question, who is the question

How why where are the questions

But one final question, is

When will when be the question?