You feel stoned
Fighting your way through the crowd
Talking loud to everyone
“Tell me who I am”
Matters of great consequence
Plans with lack of consistence
Everything can slide
Everyone can slide

Matters of great consequence

You feel stoned
Fighting your way through the crowd
Talking loud to everyone
“Tell me who I am”

You’re not won
Walking down the underground
Running after your own dawn
“Is this a real way out?”

Matters of great consequence
Plans with lack of consistence
Everything can slide
Everyone can slide