I wanted to be right to change a common situation that seems to happen to me. But then I gave into the way of common desperation and dedicated time to the weakness in me.
The freedom to react and attack when I'm defensive. My decision, a solid metal rock extented inside of every argument created by the differences between the way I and the way that the world is doin' it.
The can be wrong today for once. You'll have to be wrong for once. I can't be wrong, I was before.
Didn't know a lot about what I had to do changing my way of thinking. So I blend instead of being separate. Things don't always have to go my way. But this always being wrong is driving me crazy.
Where's the American Dream guarantee, if I do it-exactly-your-way? I've seen your followers fall. You leave them behind. I'm not letting the same thing to me, no!
we go! One to one pointed at the one. Looking for the meaning in a blast. Attic to the things they left upstairs. Dated ideas with an animal's care. The pack is circling. The is circling.
we go! One to one pointed at the ignorant, judgmental, you know everything. There is to know everything. You want to be without responsibility. The pack is circling. Woah, the is circling!
The world can be wrong for once. You'll to be wrong today for once. I be wrong, I was wrong, woah!
One to one pointed at the one. for the meaning in a shotgun blast. One to one pointed at the ignorant, judgmental, think you everything.
Lyrics from Ojala.