What a never ending lack
of what I'm seeking
it doesn't want to satisfy,
because questions need the answers like water to the streamsand hunger has an appetite,
I tweedily D
I twiddle my thumbs
we 'd be getting smarter
but we're stuck up within the system the people need to break free,and drift into your own speedI'm just a man on a mission, the riddle is a whistle
that falls from your mouthyou gotta figure it out,
whether to leave, or to stay in your houseSeven billion people
eleven different cities,
to calculate the difference
and add up all the busy flights
to get myself out of this state of mind inspiration is a part of strivingly difficult, life with a mythological
sweet lease from a dealer
but then it's driven to the ledgeI'm just a man on a mission,
the riddle is a whistle
that falls from your mouth
you gotta figure it out,
whether to leave, or to stay in your house, she's just a mother with ambitionthe rhythm is a fiddle
that places when it's wound
you gotta figure it out,
whether to leave, or to stay in your houseI'll cross the bridge of a concentrated, shine from a light
evading faces in my life
that I needed I needed,I bumped right into imaginations a product and its confirmation
oh what a tragedy
when you're living in doubtand not chilling in the shade, on a hot summers dayWell I'm just a man on a mission the riddle is a whistle
that falls from your mouth,you gotta figure it out,
whether to leave, or to stay in your houseI think you figured it out