Pablo Video (MV)

One of me is welling up deep inside
Another me is throwing rocks
Another stops them in mid-flight
Meanwhile on the surface I'm wearing only smiles
Waiting until I have had enough of this lifestyle

Pablo, that's the way, the way it goes
The world it spins on painfully so
I twist and I turn, I burn
And that fire grows
As we watch fascism grow

I and I are breaking free of the stereotypes
Twenty-five years of brainwash
Goddamn, open my eyes!
Divisive sheets of insulting paper
Thirty feet in the sky
Lie, buy, sell, and define us at the same time

The evening glows at 3 AM alone
I am the fog, I paint as I go
Patrick and Gannon outdoor
Paper twists and turns
And when it burns, it ain't slow

I know self-enlightened feelings
Hungry all the time
Hop on a jet plane
Could it ever, would it ever
Could it ever change my life?

Or would it bum me out all the more
To find these people all the same
Decompassioned and debrained
Everywhere, every place, everywhere, every place I go

White men rule the globe, Pablo
This much, this much I know
The world is spinning on painfully slow
I twist and I turn, I burn
And that fire glows
And I'm going straight, I'm going straight
I'm going straight for your soul