The lyrics literally give me chills down my spine. Deacon is a genius.
Most will never get to bat at the field of dreams
Some people will never see the sky, they’re in a guillotine
Everybody lives to die, and the in-between
is ducking gorilla swings, and facing the realer things
From a world full of soulless goals
I’ve seen children with eyes that were old as gold
To some the sky’s like the coldest joke
And if you reach for what’s high you might overdose
But through the blowing smoke, you gotta see this
Our hopes and our dreams conceived by the elitists
We fall for the traps, we rats, chasing cheese
With straps, tats, crack and rap, we making “G’z”
All this confusion got us losing by a landslide
And got the biggest motherfuckers feeling ant-sized
The disillusioned, the disenfranchised
who wanna through the peace sign, but got they hands tied
‘Why ask why?’, that’s what they wanna teach us
They’d rather have us sit in the bleachers and wait for Jesus
But I believe He’d rather we doubt what leads us
Instead of praising what pleases, Ascension
