Doesn't Mean Anything

You're looking at life through the wrong end by a telescope

You see a [?] on a slippery slope

On the claws of death, in the back of your mind

Everything exists in some shape or form

Because you like to know your feelings

And you like to do your thing

And the whole world that's around you

Doesn't mean anything

Inner-city live, living with tracker dogs

Too much information, running wild, that's what you buy

All you got now is your precious time

You live your life high, wondering "Why?"

Because you like to know your feelings

And you like to do your thing

And the whole world that's around you

Doesn't mean anything

Because you like to know your feelings

And you like to do your thing

And the whole world that's around you

Doesn't mean anything

Because you like to know your feelings

And you like to do your thing

And the whole world that's around you

Doesn't mean anything

Doesn't mean anything

Doesn't mean anything

Doesn't mean anything

Doesn't mean anything

Doesn't mean anything