Atmosphere: The wind

The wind that made the grain wave gently yesterdayblows down the trees tomorrow.It's nothing It's only a little winda distinct somewhat discrete approach to the maze come on keep up the paceyou already won the racecute baby hamster let's try to make him run in placeLook at the wounds, it's destined to die soonAnd the way I see it, we're obligated to eat itSo treat it With grins while it's standing on it's last limbsFeed it to fatten it up for when the feast beginsI drew the blueprints out on the sidewalk with chalkSo when the rain starts they won't be able to read our plansAnd I'm compiling a list of demandsSo let me get a show of fists and hands to see who's down with the programParty over here Free love, free truth, free care Care free Bring your whole crew affairFreedom of speech and thoughtScot free Free your mindForgot to pack a spine?Feel free to borrow mineI'll be the thorn inthe side of dramaCommaIt's cool because we died with honorCommaDon't worry honey I ain't goin' hurt youI'm just trying to strip you of your pride and your gear and your virtue[Hook]It's not clearProceed with cautionCause fear, is no longer an option[Verse 2]And maybe, and maybe my issues are not your issuesBut everyone has to sleep and everybody carries weightYou can't escape regret but you might regret escapeIf you closed your eyes and held it would you recognize the shape?Regardless Give my regards To the inner child that managed to breakfree from the confines of this skull sized cellThe taming of the shrew The high hopes fellThe shaming of the true Made your own private hellAnd maybe I'm not here for you to listen toAnd I'm I'm not here to steer you just share my visionMaybe drop a hint or twoMaybe a few opinionsMaybe learn from you by watching you and studying your positionsThe mission started off as nothing but better living instead of giving truth Better living was found through keeping secretsEnlist me as a crunchSpreading the message of funkLettin' the rest of the spunkClog their veins with that junkAll limp Swingin' like the willows in the windMoving like the mountains when Armageddon beginsVampires You're all a bunch of demonsWhen you talk I close my eyes it sounds like your screamin'[Hook][Verse 3]I no longer have the patience to do with most of these patientsIgnore the preferences and relevance to they favoritesI look for love and I identify deceitWithin the facial structure of every human I meetI can smell your contempt when you enter the chamber So I act apprehensive and pretend that there's dangerAs I watch from the tower everyone looks like antsThey all scramble to be Appears as if as they danceWell for all of y'all keeping y'all in hellI'm only tryin' to help Peace out to one selfAnd if I did have a car I would speed down the road Until I reached my goal or my engine explodesThe glass was half full so I drank itI got impatient and anxious as I was waiting for the raffleAnd when they drew the number it pulled me underCause I was sitting on the sevenWhich had never made the entrance (x2)[Hook]'The wind that made the grainwave gently yesterdayblows down the trees tomorrow.'