We toed that line
Brain-twisting dysfunction by sublime
Who was to say we weren’t in orbit
Tumbling down, like we got blindsided
Down there was no form to be true to
Drop down headlong with no future to speak through
For a while they saw us and nobody would sponsor
Planting seeds of terror
Plenty juice and no coffee
Learning chopsticks by coffin
Bad plastic mugs just as often
We can raise our hands just to show we made it
Black valleys and side alleys show how much stress we waded
Can I shout out if there was ever a dull moment
All those hours pending and not a day to atone for
Not a day passed we didn’t bleed hunger
No food, no shoes, got us all in uproar
Still no one heard us, our issue just not popular
Them folk, they alright, it’s just a little bit a thunder
Got handed some stew we think was leftover
But who’s gonna know what grew a fat gut
Nobody said anybody gotta touch
Far as all go, they got too much
Wait for heaven
Still can’t count up like heaven
Folk watched close like religion and a heathen
Didn’t think nothing of it but the fall made it a sensation
Down there at the bottom
We’ll swear almost caught on
But we ran man, it ran man
Ran till we made compelling
Ran till it made must watch television
That first time they heard one million
The higher ups crowded around the same little cube
Watch it, that’s the target, see what it’s gonna do
They will shed one by one, just like in madness
Because they can talk they’ll shout the loudest
Think we just broke the tie
Still toeing the line
Still orbiting sunshine
Still toeing that line
Still toeing that line
