be[a]st

Stillness is dangerous, silence is dull
Living to sleep is anything but fun
Staring at the beautiful is our god given right
Admire and search for everything out of sight 

If we could feel the gravity pulling us down
Would we fight it or surrender to the ground
If we could see the air around us would we breath
Or would we suffocate from our god-given needs

Tell me why does everything seem so wrong
Reading the lies in another poorly written song
Feeding the bellies of a young naive beast
Rotting their teeth on a bunch of misguided beliefs

Glory be to the father and glory be to the son of the
Beautiful women who comb their hair with a loaded gun
Powder-covered personalities screaming behind
Their pursed lips resting on the latest cocktail find

We are all alive eight hours before we die
It's no use falling apart and cursing at the sky
Keep moving keep working keep busy with your mind
Fighting the beast that silently dwells inside

Stillness is dangerous, silence is dull
Living to sleep is anything but fun
Staring at the beautiful is our god given right
Admire and search for everything out of sight