We are lost and disconnected from the Tribe It's a chemical reaction in disguise When thoughts become actions we deny And the only time to feel is when you're high It's a fake affection I absorb And my analogue reaction is to stop These eyes from trying to behold A pre-assembled picture made of old Deaf, dumb and blind The beat binds your feet in steady stride Feel to arrive Retreat and close your mind The answer is Focus on the inside This time it feels right
