Burbujas

No matter how much I think, I can't understand
How much longer until you wake up
It's a lot of agony, and you're just sipping coffee
Sure, by night it'll be champagne
You’ve got it all, but you want more
Don’t want to leave anything for the rest
Suffering with the TV, we can see you there
But if you see misery, you change the channel

You only care about what you want to see
Your world shrinks to what you play
And you don’t see
That this messed-up world is oozing pus
And you’re screwed both outside and in
Or can’t you see what’s under your feet?

An artificial sun lights you up
You’re only motivated by what’s material
How much of your vice are you gonna lose today?
Along with your blindness, which is so natural

The street watches you and laughs at you
It knows that one day it’ll make you pay
You keep thinking only about being happy
Always oblivious to everything else
You only care about what you want to see
Your world shrinks to what you play
And you don’t see
That this messed-up world is oozing pus
And you’re screwed both outside and in
Or can’t you see what’s under your feet?

A needle’s coming with me
I’m gonna pop your bubble
Yours and your friends'
And I won’t leave any

An artificial sun lights you up
You’re only motivated by what’s material
How much of your vice are you gonna lose today?
Along with your blindness, which is so natural

The street watches you and laughs at you
It knows that one day it’ll make you pay
You keep thinking only about being happy
Always oblivious to everything else
You only care about what you want to see
Your world shrinks to what you play
And you don’t see
That this messed-up world is oozing pus
And you’re screwed both outside and in
Or can’t you see what’s under your feet?

A needle’s coming with me
I’m gonna pop your bubble
Yours and your friends'
And I won’t leave any

You only care about what you want to see
Your world shrinks to what you play
And you don’t see
That this messed-up world is oozing pus
And you’re screwed both outside and in
Or can’t you see what’s under your feet?

That this messed-up world is oozing pus
And you’re screwed both outside and in
Or can’t you see what’s under your feet?
(Come on, man!)