Holding this kinda pain Refusing to let it rain can't let go calling the mood hotline hello hello feeling kinda honey mustard yellow it hurts down below smoke is rising hand over the Visine detoxify our eye scene Covering our peepholes love for our people stopped in our tracks by blocked roads caution signs everywhere everywhere we go everyone's scared of their own shadow so many heroes without medals what's the use of a bike without pedals like a flower with no petals Hansel without Gretel half of the the world is wearing blindfolds Filled with hate and eye rolls nothing adds up and nothing quite rhymes like codes So we should Get the Led Out we take too much time to get our heads out wondering why we drown every time and get stuck in our own mess and confusion a ball a wad and a tangle we can't find the key so we can't go Looking at everyone as if they took it searching all under the couch cushions finding a lot of loose change in the process and a few foreign objects pricking our finger on something sharp saying to ourselves that wasn't smart still the beat goes on so we can't lose heart causing infection