Staring At The Walls (Too Late) - Sweatshop Union

I watch it all as it crumbles around

I’m sitting.

Staring at the walls as they’re tumbling down

What makes it worse is that I know what’s unfolding

And yet I go with the flow.

It’s as if I don’t even notice it

'Til it’s too late;

And it’s all just crumbling around us

Sitting staring at the walls as they’re tumbling down

What makes it worse is that we know what’s unfolding

And yet we go with the flow.

It’s as if we don’t even notice it

'Til it’s too late

Living in an age of pesticides

Picket fences and Stepford Wives

Everybody mesmerized;

Watching the news, petrified

Stressed inside, acting like it’ll all be good

Just basing our lives on Hollywood

But it ain’t working out how we thought it should

Thought it should;

no

Disillusioned, just sitting through it

Like nothing’s wrong.

«Nothing's wrong.»

Comfortably numb;

couldn’t give a fuck it all

Now, why you think they want to put fluoride in drinking water?

Give your kids Ritalin, get 'em high and say they think he’s smarter?

It’s all a part of the grander scheme

To keep the people distracted from planting seeds;

Trying to grow these magic beans

Living in an age of fantasies, travesties, and apathies

So pass the weed

It’s all too much for me, I need to relax in peace

And watch it all as it crumbles around

I’m sitting.

Staring at the walls as they’re tumbling down

What makes it worse is that I know what’s unfolding

And yet I go with the flow.

It’s as if I don’t even notice it

'Til it’s too late;

And it’s all just crumbling around us

Sitting staring at the walls as they’re tumbling down

What makes it worse is that we know what’s unfolding

And yet we go with the flow.

It’s as if we don’t even notice it

'Til it’s too late

Hope it isn’t too late

I hope it ain’t too late

(Is it too early?)

(Is it too late?)

I hope it ain’t too late

(Is it too early?)

(Is it too late?)

Living in a world of opposites;

|

Black — white / left — right |

consciousness

Everybody caught in this

Walking on the edge of this bottomless pit

Better elevate.

Levitate

Never wait 'til you get a break;

too late

Never hesitate.

Get a bit of cake

Swallow bitter truth with a sip of lemonade

Don’t forget to swing.

When you get up, undulate

Don’t forget to swim when you get up into space

Sun meet Earth, let me get a little taste

King meet Serf, let me get up in your place

Let me get a shape, put a name to the face

Let me get a break from the game and the race

Let me meditate 'til my brain get erased

And my love is the same as my pain and my hate

(Break!)

I fall apart and then back again;

Won’t keep repeating that pattern I’m standing in

Trying to pass this labyrinth

Living in an ancient cosmic beam

Thoughts of She, whose conscious dream

We’re breathing and eating.

Dying;

returning to constantly

To watch it all as it crumbles around

I sit there staring at the walls as they’re tumbling down

What makes it worse is that I know what’s unfolding

And yet I go with the flow.

It’s as if I don’t even notice it

'Til it’s too late;

And it’s all just crumbling around us

Sitting staring at the walls as they’re tumbling down

What makes it worse is that we know what’s unfolding

And yet we go with the flow.

It’s as if we don’t even notice it

'Til it’s too late