Up In Yins Lyrics

Take a look at the people that are around you

One good look is what it takes to find a lotta stuck up in Yins

If you wanna know how they

Ended up so damn stiff And don't know any different

Gotta dive deep down to the beginnin

Check their up bringing

A bunch of traumas in them

Numbing it in blows up as feeling dumb or becomes a villain

Maybe the father's missin

Maybe they didn't have a mom that listened

Some rot in prison

Some found god and sought forgiveness

Some are sadistic

Others are masochistic

Thin lines between perfectionist and contradictive

For some the motto is none of my business

While for some they wonder how the fuck is it

That for some they do trust the system

And for some it's apocalyptic

Some would rather be callin' it quits

Some they won't till they are considered

Globally known by the most as a go getter

And for sure as one of enders

Like the law convicted

And who knows

As long as we are optimistic

It may be that we will not be so lost

And the cost is some hope in people

Come on how can you have

A different view

A different way of thinking that

You do use and it doesn't fit with

My opinion on how everyone's life should be lived

You're so dumb

Some glorify wealth

Some prioritize health

Want to be the richest

The only fear is sickness

When is the next biggest deal

When is the next freaking meal

Wanna have yachts and lounges

Still have starving mouths and

Wanna harbour another million

Wanna harvest enough to fill them

Damn how good am I looking

Damn what should I be thinking

Wonder the price on a booking

Grains of rice absent in the building

Pave my way as I play with my tail

Can not be caught walking straight like a rookie

Without knowing any directions

Like a tourist that's lost in town

When is my breakthrough

Hitting no brakes or having any till I'm restless and proud

What I'm doing is in a way

Bringing the table

Perhaps some wiggling space and now

(wait who are you?)

All of a sudden

We are together summoned

Curses waistline and down

From every side are thrown around

Screaming serving as a baseline and shouts

Only goal is to invalidate

Not mine

Locking themselves in a safe & sound

I hearby extend my invite not only

To all those who just want to live peacefully

Also to believers who rather be pleading

And all of those who are grieving and bleeding

And feeling like at certain times it is difficult to be a human

Being torn to pieces by creatures

On their own flesh

They are feasting

And really wishing to seize

The lack of freedom

As a reason so more or less

They can have some form of control at best

But even still

There's a place to include all the likes of Satan

As a face for all of the existing hate

And villainous ways

And killing that's taking place

At this very moment in places you can not even name

That does not actually mean your faith

Is meant to be the base

For us to believe and save

It is just a way for us to feel validated

So we can mainly all relate to each other

Instead of with our own ideology

Be leaving others feeling smothered

Actually we don't listen or see each other

We're only here to hear what we want and then fuck 'em

And the people running this show

Don't actually give a single fuck

Let all of 'em fear and suffer

Unless they dear or seen on the mirror, cover

Appear a hero while more zeros in buffers

Solving any of the constant

Poverty no fuck 'em robbing me? Then cuff 'em

The cherry on the top is that you might as well

Call it a damn business now

What I'm asking is in a way so idealistic and out

Of the ordinary

But if it stays the same like this

We won't be even buried

There'll be no course to carry on

Or even a damn cemetery to begin with

I'm aware that

All of this sounds

Like a tale from

A ferry and that there is no such thing as a flawless system but how

Can we not communicate

Without resorting to any bombs and missiles Inbound

I have a dream pending on the ending

Of the black and white form of thinking in crowds

And to accomplish that would be enough

To flourish and adjust our frowns

When are we gonna wake up to the exponential fact

That we are fallin' down

This planet seriously may not have plenty to roll around

These were my two cents without any sugar-coated gowns

If you think who cares

That is a contribution to never finding common ground