I'm searching for truth
In the echoes of my youth
A song from days of old
The message is retold
Voices may be clear
But the ears can barely hear
If the sound is not enough
Just a diamond in the rough
The rough
The rough
The rough
The can is now too full
It seems to lose control
The filth it builds in time
For the world it's such a crime
In the junk I cannot see
The light away from me
If the cleaners come today
The mess will go away
I'm hoping for the best
Feel it in my chest
A master has a grip
As the puppets do worship
If we can rip apart the strings
And spread our wings
With all the traffic in the sky
Can we find a place to fly
To fly
To fly
To fly
The can is now too full
It seems to lose control
The filth it builds in time
For the world it's such a crime
In the junk I cannot see
The light away from me
If the cleaners come today
The mess will go away
The can is now too full
It seems to lose control
The filth it builds in time
For the world it's such a crime
In the junk I cannot see
The light away from me
If the cleaners come today
The mess will go away