Water Doesn’t care where its running
It moves over what it’s given
Roads are always black
While their rules are always white
A million arrows to a million paths

Systems within systems we’ve made with our gifts
A cell of systems seems all we have left
And the highest in the chain is what we
Claim to be our right
Yet we’re guided by two lines and a set of traffic lights

Keep the safe within their concrete walls
And clear of all their sins
Code their days and ways and leave them
But let me roll down through the canyons
Till i reach the county line

And don’t answer my choices with questions
Don’t Answer my choices with questions!
Don’t Answer my choices with questions!
Don’t Answer my choices with questions!