Gods

I’m driving out of here
And cutting out the fools
Living in their dream
Of wearing all the jewels
That sugar in your mouth
Gold teeth are gonna roll
Your words seem to deflate
You’re really getting old
The guns are on the table
Amendment to possession
I tried to runaway
Bang bang! Learned my lesson
Your going in a box
Holding what you own
Holding back the tears
So grown-up or overgrown?

The more that you see it
The more that you want
Mix up the messages
To uncover the God
It’s deep in the smoke
Shrouded and hurt
Wake up and we’ll make it work

So many choices, easy to make
Or easy to fool into mistakes
Somewhere neon is flashing
The prices are right
You race to the front
To leave the rest outside
Are we reeling it in
Or getting carried away?
Rudely awakened
By a slap in the face
The hangman gets tired
The rope wears thin
Struggle much longer
They might let you live

Remove distractions
Improve on destitution
Value evolution
Come to conclusions

The more that you see it
The more that you want
Mix up the messages to uncover the God
It’s deep in the smoke
Shrouded and hurt
Wake up and we’ll make it work

We’ll make it work