Why does the grass always look greener on the other side
Why is it when trouble starts we always look up to the sky
What does it mean you can't get there from here
what is all this damn fear
Where is this light that shines from above
What the hell is this thing called love
Why when I look at a woman all I see is her ass
Hey why you throwing stones at my glass
All these questions and so much more
With passion and hatred I abhor
Why do we always look outside
It's as if from themselves there is something to hide
We are told none of this truly exists
Tell that to the guy punching my face with his fist
My body damn sure felt the pain
And no, there was nothing in that which I gained
Other than a knocked out tooth and a body nose
Some ripped up and bloody clothes
But on top of everything I have learned
Nothing compares to, for what my heart yearns
It years to be like this force called nature
Otherwise known as the creator
To raise divinity from the dust
This is all our jobs and yes its a must
To change my perception of this world we live in
Which can only be done when we reveal, there is none else besides him
