DRIFTERS' COLLECTIVE

ALTERNATIVE HIP HOP BAND

GOOD MORNING SOCIETY

good morning old friend, i’ve got some things i’d like to discuss
but it seems to me, like you’re always in a rush
you’re aware I try to live my life by your example
but sometimes, it's too much to handle
within your domain some consider me a vandal
as if being different always precedes a scandal
and I am truly sorry if I embarrass ya
still every morning I put on a different character
so afraid of some sort of social sabotage
I suppose most of us pose in camouflage
how can you tell what somebody is really feeling when

we adapt and reinvent our colours like chameleons
and to me it's both scary and astounding
how we change substantially with our surroundings
my head is pounding, and what we’re bound to get

no matter what we call it, we’re all our own counterfeits

This is my life and it's mine to live
and I refuse to live within your walls
as time goes by you will learn to love
and we shall reunite when babylon falls
 

But putting our differences aside,
I'm still thankful, for all the choices you provide,
you function as a guide as I search for my direction,
an inspiration to strive for achieving perfection,
but as I reach these goals that I've arranged
suddenly the sentiment seems alien and strange
and to you this must come across as nonsense,
but I think you’re inside my subconscious
through mass medias praise one way or another,
you’ve always been a father figure, a big brother,
Now I tend to pretend that I don't understand it,
but your means are ends and that's how you planned it,
leaving us longing for what never existed,
at least to me it seems to be these roles are twisted,
now listen, I truly want to hear your replies,
but I don't want your monologs of lies.
 

This is my life and it's mine to live
and I refuse to live within your walls
as time goes by you will learn to love
and we shall reunite when babylon falls

 

and I would like to add that you make me feel cornered
and I bet you feel cheated since I’m not what you ordered
but, partially I still live by your rules
it’s true, according to you, I’m nothing more than a tool
you deny my right to live life in the moment
“now” is held hostage, how can i condone it
yo, but don’t it make sense
to every now and then revolt and break the fence
no wait, I hope you excuse my behaviour
but isn’t it ironic that it was us who made ya
now you mold us to fit your schemes, and control us
while we carry you on our shoulders
there’s just no room for individuality
in me you see a radical approaching anarchy
i guess, I’ve revealed the reason why you to lie to me
i’m just another wheel in the machine that is society


This is my life and it's mine to live
and I refuse to live within your walls
as time goes by you will learn to love
and we shall reunite when babylon falls

 

We live in a moment of fear
from times to times we roll and smile
a generation in fear
suppressed by society’s greed
 

this is my life, and I live it well
because I live it from outside your walls
as time goes by you will understand
that it is babylon that has to fall