healer

asher roth

mind wonders if it's turning obsolete

sometimes i struggle honestly with what i do believe

to hook it on and look beyond and tell me what you see

i see us needing what we want instead of what we need

climbing to it's the peak

find the motion is exhausting

most have lost touch

still wandering regardless

don't wanna pay attention on how to make a connection

when wrecking a man's treasure and throw it right in the garbage

fault your own father

our fault he didn't bother

wanted to be plato

now challenged to think harder

the owner

dig deeper

nothing came easier

anxious and playing eager

impatient to play speaker

make 'em wait

teach'em how to thread the needle

people hating people

that's horrible trained evil

on the morning's eve

be encouraged

take action

only to receive distraction

distraction

distraction

fuck!

what was i trying to accomplish?

non traditional

non-fictional

spit conscience

not to mention blunt when you take shots with

or take shots at

but might bounce back

and bite your ass if we ever cross paths

cause you never bother questioning the cold hard facts

ever stop to ask to get out of my head

the subconscious tap like a 90 light keg

now the thought crosses

coming out of my neck

spills into the palace of the fellas breaking bread

seeking balance

getting calluses instead

working hard

a valiant attempt

i know we ain't dead yet

we've been living through your internet

you don't have to be everything you think

we've been programmed

wake up

we miss you

so conflicting

my interest in this mission

try to walk away

feeling that nobody would listen

when you're always known to take the road of least resistance

you have to let it go

what's a plan without a vision?

so confused what to do

can't see

in our food

in our news

in our sleep

it intrudes through the roots of our trees

inhaled in ourselves

get impaled when we breathe

if it fails we excel and retreat

from the tales of the chem. trails pails in the scrip

veils in the street

maam all held the week

while our freedom goes stale

too impaired to get free

we agree to debris to our silence

no sirens

no fires and no violence

more wires

more hard for their alliance

more lies to hide behind so why try it?

talk about it

find people feel the same

but larger conversations say people go astrained

maybe it's in vain working on a better day

and hey maybe this will resonate

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