The screens are on in my head But I can't read the TV set I don't know what it says when the truth is masqueraded These arms feel broken when they reel away loose illustrations Depicting carbon effigies of error Black red blue White lies fall on deaf ears Open your eyes You're not looking for a guide Just for someone to hold your hand And lead you away There's no incentive No reason to conceive Nothin' to concoct A judgement call on your life You see yourself every day When you wake And when you walk In others as they float down their own rivers Never puzzled but intrigued It all happens together Let nature run its course It'll be hard for sure But I'm sure You'll be you In the end A fresh coat of pain Another year down and more to go Taking it by the day makes it all slow down You want to run The screens are on You want to run The screens are on