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Marc Scibilia

Sideways

 

Sideways

(album: Out Of Style - 2015)


I'm stuck in the middle of some Georgia town
My head in the sky my feet on the ground
But you will never know
Through this thick air and it's clear
Like fish on a I've been dragged here
And I don't see an easy way out or off
Oh and I'll be fine to stay
I've got an instrument that plays
I could be a lot farther but that's ok
I'm not willing to walk sideways
Every straight path has eventually been
Everyone tells the truth if it's convenient
Baby do you wonder whatcha gonna dig up on me
Say these herds of lawless magistrates
Use words like (nouse and lacerate)
And things that may see through their mask
There's about 62 things that I understand
My tongues bitten but I'm spittin on the justice of man
And I've got an inspection we couldn't pass
Oh this busted justice game
I've got no cards to play
Everything Is crooked but it all seems straight
Cause everyone's looking sideways
Who wants a path that's clear and shown
I was born to walk the unknown
It might kill me but I won't be bored
And if time don't speak
How can it tell that I tapped into one too many wells
And I'll sure drink a thousand more
I'm stretching out in a four foot room
Focus out but I see gloom
It don't matter what the worlds coming to
Cause I know that it's coming soon
Down by the rocks drinking waters toxic
The armed professor defends the locksmith
As they Bury their only working key
You can turn your head
And just turn some pages
Good men have been doing bad things for wages
And despising anything that's free
I can't remember I can't explain
Who's the predator who's the prey

Hey man are you feeling ok?
You're starting to look a little sideways

This world it don't need another scientist
There's a ticking bomb inside your chest
And every other living thing that ever breathed
And no matter how hard you try
Eventually life will say hey there, die
And you're currently under contract to agree
You're a field of flowers one day
Next, you're an old bouquet

Hey man are you feeling ok?
You're starting to look a little sideways

Yeah it's a killing carnival these days
We're all spectators to this blind parade
Ya can't see it, you can't see it but you pay the fee
I want to know who made up these rules
I'm stuck in a rut with a bunch of fools
Who got nothing in their heads but a degree
And I and I, I can't help feeling betrayed
When the umbrellas start to rain
I guarantee that you're never safe
As long as this world
Keeps on turning
And the skies
Just keep on burning
You can buy your insurance
But this world will keep turning ya
Sideways

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