Many Conspiracys

Lost in an information highway

Escaping from a crime wave

Arrows point but I do it my way

And my way does not consist of shoplifting

Robbery, uplifting souls as im shifting mentality

Break away from senseless brutality and fences continue to hold back formality

Reality seems to be the furthest to reach

So no way we go trust a fool who's dressed up to preach

So each one of us can go ahead and speak clearly

The friends are the fullest the ones we hold dearly

And psychological pattern

Our pains become chronicle the subject of a newspaper article