Nothing to console the inside madness
Anger hidden and rumbling like a monkey in the jungle
Tight fist pumped in the air,
Black is beautiful but everyone seems to be chasing the primary colors
I cant be denied Im riding on cloud nine.
Forever is never, tomorrow is yesterday, today is tomorrow
No job but chasing a dream to bad some dreams fade on some people
Or that some people fade on the dream
Fade away my ole lonesome soul
Im finding great cheer over there behind the bookcase.
