There's something wrong in my head
and I can’t get it out.
I don’t think that I'm bad,
but I’m starting to doubt.
Order makes me kinda nervous,
chaos brings me peace.
I like watching cops on service,
but I ain’t rooting for police.
I was watching the news,
but all I saw was the old.
Who do they try to confuse,
they lied about everything that they told.
Jet the hypocrites spoke
without any shame.
As if it’s a joke,
as if it’s a game.
But they know it’s a lie,
cause they don’t believe their own songs.
As if they’re going to fly,
by flapping with only their tongs.
I’ve got a problem my friend
and I can’t get it out.
I don’t think you understand,
what I am talking about.