wish I was a starving African
western life can eat you up
need ten miles to walk to drink
let my mind breath
instead of fester and think
if I could turn my compass
I�d point it mid-east
follow some passion
get out from underneath
swing lost momentum
and style has none
these dreams are but life shades
to pass out all sense of time
blinkers of compassion
tide into your greed
cant see it coming
tidal wave swings back around
crashing through buildings
brings it all down
levels are rising
as the reigns come down
soon all will be even
and the flood plains will drain
soon all of you bastads
will share in this pain
