Night In The Mind Lyrics

A time to live and a time to die

And a time to read in-between the lines

And a time to give an eye for an eye

No time to fib, ain't no time to cry

I see my sign up in the sky

It's time

To take off my mask

And dispatch with my disguise

Lately, I feel like I'm destined for just so much more

I mean

How could I scrub floors when I'm shooting for mount Rushmore

My friends wishing that I would keep in touch more

I wish that we would all love more

Without getting burned like the oven door

Sweet emotion pour on the rug floor

We're in grave need of a mentor

But they're dying out like Dumbledore

Livin' by the sword, it's cutthroat

Will I even make the cut though

I'm alive now, gotta find out what the fuck for

Sometimes I should give a fuck less

Sometimes I should give a fuck more

My worst fear is that after life there's nothing more

Stuck in second gear, gotta remember just what the fuck that clutch for

We clutch for and grab

Money and power and land

But it's all castles made of sand that turn to ashes in your hand

Damn

Crossed the line so many times it's all but faded away

Lost my mind so many times it's all but faded to grey

The lion creeps in-between the vines that's why the zebras bray

We all want a piece of nirvana

But something's in the way

Ball and a chain

Faces of pain

Memories washing away in the rain

Voice in my brain

Drive me insane

Stuck in my lane, can't get out of my way

Scarface, power tripping over my shoelace

Suitcase, gotta get away to a new place

To space, I don't trust money it's two-faced

Moving through faith

Need a Rosetta Stone for the guy in the throne

Why we living alone

Why we dying alone

Every time that I try to call him on the phone all I get is a fucking dial tone

Why do good people die why do bad people live

I try and I try, how much more can I give

Pie in the sky, is your heaven a myth

Is doubting your motive a sin

How can we cope

Dope, comatose, overdose

Shuffling my feet, no rope-a-dope, broken toes

Snotty nose, wipe it on ratty clothes

Pot of gold, bubbling I'm boutta blow

Holding on to hope

We're beautiful like stained glass but we all broken

On a plane crash and we all know it

Wore a face mask long before Covid

So much pain, man, but we don't show it

Wish that we could show it

Our hatred's getting outta hand now we up in arms like Hulk Hogan

Backstabbing our fellow man at the peace talk we reloading

Ain't no plan for our planet, we're a bunch of warring factions

History repeat itself we keep going