Manifesto by Two Chi Lyrics
What’s in a name? Nothing but your whole life memory,
The enemy pretends to be friendly but better be
Weary of the wicked wearing wolf, in pig’s fabric
R.I.P. kings, the end’s always tragic
But what end? Instead bend the rules on mortality
Reality is history forgets neutrality
Reality is the fading past of true brutality,
Reality is reality just ain’t reality
It’s not just us, it’s justice, A dream with some substance
A dream worth to try for, A dream worth to die for
If America’s the land of the free, and the home of the brave
Then how’d we forget slaves over due pay?
Get your eight dates straight, here’s a history lesson
It’s the future right now, there’s still worldwide oppression
Ignoring the problem doesn’t make it dissipate
Stormy days ahead, I anticipate more precipitate.
What would you do?
Get the boot for the truth, where’s the proof?
Only hope lies in the youth,
How far would you go?
To reclaim your name, insane pain,
Every day the same with no change.
Weapons of war taking tolls on the streets
Phantom souls whole goal to outreach the bleak
Slowly descending from the hot air leak
Belief keeps you suspended, but it's logic which to seek
Metal on the hip and chest don’t make you a peer
Gotta watch the overseers when they attack from the rear
When hunting for clues they lead straight to Ms. Blue,
Listen to me-‐CD-‐ and make a break-‐through
Spewing toxic sludge into the ocean of ideas
Adds up to a lot of pollution over the years
Concocting a plan to instill some fear
A smile hides a grimace but the grim is still near.
Everyone has a scewed view, it’s personal to you
But what’s true is near where the cuckoo’s nest flew
Snatch it from Ms. Ratchet, cling tight stay attached
Passive ashes without passion keep Pandora's box unlatched
What would you do?
Get the boot for the truth, where’s the proof?
Only hope lies in the youth,
How far would you go?
To reclaim your name, insane pain,
Every day the same with no change.
Prescription to the shit spin, slowly leading to addiction
But I’m looking to find what’s between the contradictions
While they’re all looking for yeast, hopefully rising at least
The Chupucabra sees sheep as a Thanksgiving feast
Those who make the best bread, don’t always break the best bread
Still everything’s subjective for those who aren’t walking dead
So when each day has passed, and the moon says goodnight
And you think to yourself could there ever be light?
I’ll end up in a cabin in the back woods in a back room
Pinned inside amid fumes air sucked out like a vacuum
At the end of this tunnel of doom, metal fingers exhuming tombs
Danger looms soon so grab your girl like a slow tune
Better think fast since the futures just your past
Your after life depends upon the stories you’ve amassed
Fight for what’s right, don’t lose sight, and let the rest go
It may never truly be heard but that’s my manifesto
The enemy pretends to be friendly but better be
Weary of the wicked wearing wolf, in pig’s fabric
R.I.P. kings, the end’s always tragic
But what end? Instead bend the rules on mortality
Reality is history forgets neutrality
Reality is the fading past of true brutality,
Reality is reality just ain’t reality
It’s not just us, it’s justice, A dream with some substance
A dream worth to try for, A dream worth to die for
If America’s the land of the free, and the home of the brave
Then how’d we forget slaves over due pay?
Get your eight dates straight, here’s a history lesson
It’s the future right now, there’s still worldwide oppression
Ignoring the problem doesn’t make it dissipate
Stormy days ahead, I anticipate more precipitate.
What would you do?
Get the boot for the truth, where’s the proof?
Only hope lies in the youth,
How far would you go?
To reclaim your name, insane pain,
Every day the same with no change.
Weapons of war taking tolls on the streets
Phantom souls whole goal to outreach the bleak
Slowly descending from the hot air leak
Belief keeps you suspended, but it's logic which to seek
Metal on the hip and chest don’t make you a peer
Gotta watch the overseers when they attack from the rear
When hunting for clues they lead straight to Ms. Blue,
Listen to me-‐CD-‐ and make a break-‐through
Spewing toxic sludge into the ocean of ideas
Adds up to a lot of pollution over the years
Concocting a plan to instill some fear
A smile hides a grimace but the grim is still near.
Everyone has a scewed view, it’s personal to you
But what’s true is near where the cuckoo’s nest flew
Snatch it from Ms. Ratchet, cling tight stay attached
Passive ashes without passion keep Pandora's box unlatched
What would you do?
Get the boot for the truth, where’s the proof?
Only hope lies in the youth,
How far would you go?
To reclaim your name, insane pain,
Every day the same with no change.
Prescription to the shit spin, slowly leading to addiction
But I’m looking to find what’s between the contradictions
While they’re all looking for yeast, hopefully rising at least
The Chupucabra sees sheep as a Thanksgiving feast
Those who make the best bread, don’t always break the best bread
Still everything’s subjective for those who aren’t walking dead
So when each day has passed, and the moon says goodnight
And you think to yourself could there ever be light?
I’ll end up in a cabin in the back woods in a back room
Pinned inside amid fumes air sucked out like a vacuum
At the end of this tunnel of doom, metal fingers exhuming tombs
Danger looms soon so grab your girl like a slow tune
Better think fast since the futures just your past
Your after life depends upon the stories you’ve amassed
Fight for what’s right, don’t lose sight, and let the rest go
It may never truly be heard but that’s my manifesto