/// omen
searching for a position
ya know i speak intelligence
i know whats summer
whats autumn
whats winter whats spring
i've seen the universe turn green and i
milk the cow with my teeth and i
lived in the land of the free i
think this country is lousy and i
know this, know that
know this, know that
yes you know
everything yes its tiring
yes its eating me inside having to
try and have a decent conversation with you and i
have to end up listening to you
its tiring you know its exhausting
every minute you open your mouth
i sweat and shiver saying "here it comes" and you
know this, know that, know this, know that...... . . . ..
are you simply just
searching yourself?
searching for a position
to be placed somewhere SUPERIOR in this
fucking sick world?
lemme tell you,
you already fit in this position
from where you're standing you are
in your position
a suitable place where you fit in
yes... in this fucking sick world.
this is where you belong.