Speak the truth, on the story as it seems
Im chasing what i want, and ignoring what i need
Blind to the facts, that my life, was a trap
Breathing in the magic every night, to relax
Thinking-about my past, reminiscing what i saw
This reality is real, and were missing every call..
California dreaming see the girls, with no eyes-
Conversating with-people that believe, they're so wise
Satellites program, television demonstrating
Baby you know that, there really ain't no heaven waiting-
-Every line is penetrating every nation blind...
-Tune inside the better station let 'em wake they're mind
Alice had love and, her past was a day dream
But Alice was young and, these bastards are chasing
The mask and the tape and, they actually they raped them
But life, has a certain way of asking, and taking
The pretty palm trees, sun, setting in the sky
Another brother dead, gun, hit em in the mind
Another mothers nightmare, coming alive
Hear the gun shots bust, and shes running outside
Saw her son, on the pavement, soaked in blood
Got his cranium, cracked...cuz he poked some fun
At a hopeless thug...and we know they won
But the real, question is if they're supposed run
Is a theory or a thought, did we make it or what?
Just another little doll, laying naked with cuts
On her eyes, see the makeup, creating a slut
On her lips, shine the cherry glodd, crazy or what?
She's a "bitch" is what you think huh? Take her and run, but-
If she wasn't raised, in a basement, she'd love
And the basement's her mind, so dark and cold-
-But her heart could be the key, that unlocks the door...