Gautama Deca

[Intro: Deca]
What a lovely view
Something’s a bit strange though
Seems deceivin’ like a demon with the face of an angel
Sun raises slowly creepin’ over the hillside as it rises
And life is good out here for the most part besides this

[Verse 1: Deca]
Overwhelming feeling of confinement
Fenced in
Most my time spent sniffin’ substance
Attemptin’ to forget all that surrounds me
Dropped off at the wrong stop
On the brighter side of things we got the best lawn on the block
And every house looks the same as far as the eye can see
Let here be perfection, the quintessence of privacy
My folks lied to me when I was young:
“There’s nothin’ out there son”
Some children are rudely awakened at night by the sound of gunshots
But not in my neck of the woods
The thieves are countin’ funds while watchin’ the evening news
And I’ve slept good every night of my life until recently
Held hostage by this place and fiendin’ for a change of scenery
There’s no use in countin’ sheep when I lose sleep
That’s for when you’re wide awake evaluatin’ people you meet