Life is too important for a test of the times
too important for rhymes
but not to big for the crime
of loving too little.
or taking every piece of life for granted
angry seeds are planted
while straight lines are slanted
into beings with no beginning, end,
or middle.
Everything is wrong, we need our politically correct
Nobody seems to have or want any self respect
If i don't have a dime, ill just call you collect
All you have to do is say that you'll accept
I don't have a problem if yo want me to call you
you're screaming and what you're saying is all true
But I could scream until my face turns blue
and you'll still never call me
Now the world doesn't stand a chance for the test of the times
They don't care about the truth in our rhymes
Ill probably end up alone and confined
But at least I went down when I wasn't lying
And at least I wont die without trying
Because this world is too important for insignificant rhymes
I'm stuck in the middle
This world isn't to big for this horrible crime
of loving too little.
