What it is Lyrics

At the precipice yes I guess I never could get a grip

Better let it slip away Through my Fingertips

Live to fight another

Day dreamer wanna make a diff

Brotherhood of the bass

I stay singin my greatest hits

Personal playlist with versatile language

Got a bankroll of anguish every word another payment

Sacred offerings cradle to the coffin

A mish-mash of beauty and disastrous cacophony

Catastrophe of awesome but nothing is bottomless

Sometimes I wanna make a mockery of all of this

Absurdity we never found the words to speak

Blame the murder of crows but no the dirtiest bird beaks

Are those singing the sweetest songs atop the tallest trees

Call it democracy I see the same colonies

And I don't wanna be an Ebeneezer on your holiday

I just want us all to be ok

Is it really all good?

Are you really alright?

You think we're gonna make it through this cold night?

No it's never all good

Far from alright

But It is what it is and it's our life

So it's really all good

And it's really alright

Get your warm clothes on it might be a cold night

It's really all good

And it's really alright

It is what it is and it is our life

Act 2 - no track suit or tattoos

Naked as the day your mom had you Bamboozled -

And ignorance is bliss so we're some damn fools- unkempt

Beautifully brutal - apocalyptic sunset

Wanna run yet? nowhere is safe from unrest

Take it with a grain of salt - and pills for blood pressure

Bet, got enough meds to raise the undead

From the river to the sea shit they both run red

Are you having fun yet?

Not until we do a coup

Global take down yeah total Revolution

Evolutionary from the jump nothing new

Except continued escalation got me pacing in my room

Make it go away - try to pretend until your old and gray

If your lucky wealth insulates you from the coldest days

Seeing is belief - there's no suspension like the golden gate

Most'll have to face the music for the whole shebang

Is it really all good?

Are you really alright?

You think we're gonna make it through this cold night?

No it's never all good

Far from alright

But It is what it is and it's our life

So it's really all good

And it's really alright

Get your warm clothes on it might be a cold night

It's really all good

And it's really alright

It is what it is and it is our life

So make it all good, and create until you're alright

Break the chains live free or die trying

And guess what - there never was time of peace

And there likely won't be besides utopian dreams

The good old days are just revisionist reveries

Historical victors with selective memories

Murderous treachery plunder of lands

Dishonors and traumas all stuck in this dance

Our strength - the lie we tell ourselves - our faith

The creation story that separates us from the apes

But wait, that's fake- reality still natural

Love in our hearts (while)

Bloody hands Build the caste walls