¡El Bausicum!

Endless discussions
Entirely flawed
As if human reasoning
Would be some kind of eclectic
God oh I wish
How I wish I could change
The way that I long for the changes
Within me

No
Now I don't want this to be
Some kind of lecture in greed
That tells you how to or not to be free
I need a way to find my own peace
A way to make up for all
The times I didn't stand up for what I believed

Flickering screenings of color TVs
Furnished with indulgence
And the reason why people seek
More than they need
To fill up the hole that is growing inside them
Proportional to the amount they feed

No
Now I don't want this to be
Some kind of rhetorical means
Of making you see
How you should perceive the world
You need to find your own peace
You need to make up for all the times
You listened to people like me

No
Never be your
Own god
No
I will not be your's