Lyrics

Alone in a crowd just like a jailhouse But I'm reaching for something real And I'm sure on the street there are people just like me Who know the way that I feel I've heard from the fools and I've followed the blind But I'm not going to be defeated Now I want to hear from a truthful source 'Cause I'm sick of being cheated A quest for something certain So-called educators are just big speculators on topics unrelated to me Filled my head with school; now what do I do? No wisdom just a paper degree So many people teach, so many people preach And make a claim to authority But I've seen in their lives, they compromise So why should they be teaching me College, money, family, will these things set us free? Make your mind up soon you'll be dead This world's like a dream, it's not what it seems You think it's solid but it fades instead I know so far I've been looking real hard And I'm trying to get a grip on reality If there was a place where you didn't lie Cry, die, would you come with me? A quest for something certain It's my quest, my quest for certainty In an age that's plagued with absurdity A quest I'll try my best, to manifest sincerity What more do they want from me?