Ambitions & War

I hear strange sounds

In the voices that come from the clowns

Who dressed up as snakes

To fight for their stake in the town

I feel heat, it pounds

On the streets where they fight for the crown

And everyday I pull further away

From the crowd

To the life that lives in my head

But has no feet on the ground

Of the love filled streets where

The passing people smile you down

And all those nice ideas

That don't stick around here

Doesn't that competing bullshit drag you down?

Do the things you're needing

Make the things you're feeling count?

And when you've killed every last man standing

Will you look around

To see that your fears

Didn' t go down with the crowd