The speed of sound

Angry like I was born
The same way it’s always been
It’s not the world anymore
I guess it must be me

I touch walls to lead me home
Sometimes I mess things up
I’m just human after all
But that doesn’t make you God

Here I go again
I just walked into a wall
Blinded by the world
(Chord change)
Guided by the speed of sound



I lose my way sometimes
All the roads look the same
Clouded by this human race
This mad rush for money and fame

Forgiveness me for my sins
There too long to list
I could be the devil’s only son
Or God’s forgotten one

Here I go again
I just walked into a wall
Blinded by the world
(Chord change)
Guided by the speed of sound



When despair and pain appear
My ears make me believe
In the divine and the pure
And in the freedom of the soul

So here I go again
I just might make it through
Blinded by the world but
(Chord change)
Guided by the speed of sound

(Guitar solo)

So here we are, where do we go now?

We got a million cars clogging up the roads
Everyone’s in hurry, but where is everyone going?
There’s enough smoke and fumes to give you cancer
without you having to smoke your imported cigarettes
Your head aches, you want to vomit, you want to go home and sleep
And then drink your brains out on the weekend
Yup, it’s looking hazy people

We have millions of people making their way to work
This is what human beings do apparently, they work
They sit in cubicles for hours and type, and drink lots of coffee
They go to the same websites over and over again
Like junkies, compulsive buttoned-up junkies fed by
a huge mother corporate ship with a giant whip
They come in the morning, and they use their access cards
They order lunch and eat it with their plastic spoons
Or they bring their own lunch and wash their lunch boxes
like little children, yes, this is it, plastic spoons and spondylitis
Welcome to the future ladies and cyborgs

Ah yes, we have disparity of colour, I guess it’s in out blood
Really, what makes you worship the white man so much?
Have we seen too many movies? Have we hung
Too many pictures of a white Jesus on our walls?
Is it because white stands for purity and God, and black stands for the devil?
And hell the white man has to be good at work, he’s white right
He makes the office look good, and he can speak in an accent too
A white man can stop at cab at will if he wants to, the driver screeches to a halt
And runs back to help him with his bags
A non-white man tries to flag a cab and he gets that look
No good morning, no smile, no shit, get your own bags
Heck why don’t you try and catch another cab?
He sits and he wonders, what the fuck are you doing in my cab?
hey my skin’s the same colour as ours, what’s going on?
classic case of crabs in a bowl
Heck I’ll strip and dance for the white man, I’ll even take his bags out of my car
and take it up the stairs if he asks me, no I can’t refuse the white man
The non-white man can walk, the white man deserves a cab
Dude, they’re bombing your country, look at state we’re in
But I still trust you white man, just because of the colour of your skin

We have the rise of the machines: cars, bikes, guns, huge cranes
to build even bigger buildings, we won’t stop till we bleed the sky
If you think about it the world is now one huge chunk of metal and concrete
Doesn’t the earth find it hard to rotate with all this weight
Aren’t we going to stop? Nope, we want more space for those
parking lots, so that we can park our super fast metal boxes
Hell, let’s take away the football ground so that our kids can grow short
and fat and unable to run so that they can drive and park their
cars in parking lots

there’s a good side to all this I’m sure, maybe I’ll write about that
when i’m not stuck in a traffic jam