Ground
Well up come their hands in the air
I say they lift up their prayers to the air
I say the life that they live
Time that they give
To the air it don't seem fair
Come on something is wrong with the machine
Your abberation slowly drain
You of your will to be
You of your will to be yourself
I got that feeling like something was missing
What about that feeling like something is wrong
Hey, just one question
With both of us in the back seat
Who the f***'s drivin'
You see the man in the brown yeah
Watch me cover him up with the ground yeah
I see you wait for the sign
You sit on the line em up
Let the master decide yeah
Something is wrong with the machine
Your abberation slowly drain
You of your will to be
You of your will to be yourself
I found a picture at the bottom of my closet
I haven't seen it since the day that it was shot
Please recognize the eyez are open
But the mind it sits in darkness terrified
Must purify
I got that feeling like something is missing
What about that feeling like something is wrong
Something is wrong yeah
Something is very wrong
Something is very f***ing wrong
