This is a song about "The revoultion"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Huh, a metaphor of course

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

We can make more, make babies

As the tao converted the thief

Endless the days, forever the nights,

When i get my hands on nines

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Saw the bombs on the news

With women with issues

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care