Matoe

Tundra/Desert

Matoe


Every sick, fickle fucker 
Childhood's what makes ya 
Till they treat ya like tundra 
Weigh those opinions 
More like air than lead 
Every planned occupation 
Surefire disappointment up ahead 
Till they treat ya like desert 
See mirages of friendship, face turns read 
Here's the soon to be anchor 
Build bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere 
Every governor's mother knows 
That their bread is buttered by Sam 
And what about science? 
they find proof and let you make your own decisions 
Every childstar wonders 
If they have a future up ahead 
Every kindhearted banker 
I don't think there is one 
Every winning opinion 
Stand on platforms in water 
Filling jars full of silence you'll get nowhere