Skyscrapers have a threshold
They can only get so high before the planes
The birds and the helis bring 'em back down to hell from which they came
There are rules unwritten
There are morals unspoken
You either get the memo or you don't
How are we so similar and so damn different at the same time?
I can hardly speak my mind
Now I'm asking why do you wear your brain on your (sleeve)?
The air creatures weave within you as you push, push, push up to new heights
I'm on your first floor screaming up
Your hair's swayin' in the clouds now
It's gettin cold and your brain's freezin over
You either get the memo or you don't
You don't. You didn't. You won't
