Suture
Lyrics by Bryan Lee


So many monkeys watching TV, drinking pepsi, think they are free.
So many monkeys watching TV, drinking pepsi, think they are free.
I've got a question for the monkeys... Have you ever felt
there was something, something missing? Something more than what you're percieving?
That you might be deceiving yourself, reassuring this thing you're ignoring
is what I'm imploring you to think about.
What suits you? What's your suture? What's keeping you together?
What's your pleasure, What's your treasure? What's keeping you together?
What makes you feel afraid? Who taught you to behave? Was I born to be a slave?
No I won't let it be. Won't let it be.
What have we become? What have we become? Who knew but sold the secret,
you too were told but couldn't keep it in wraps, scraps of metal, recycled for braces,
a crooked tooth boy disgraces his families family tree, everything and everyone
that meant anything to me. So now I'm asking,
What suits you, what's your suture? What's keeping you together?
What's your pleasure, What's your treasure? What's keeping you together?
What makes you feel afraid? Who taught you to behave? Was I born to be a slave?
No I won't let it be. Don't become the products that they sell you.
Will we fall below or follow our own road?

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