Playing God - Pedestrian

We retreat to cubbyholes, full of invention

But We fall short for we are obsessed with our possessions

We relive all that we can, take it in and swim

But we fall short for we are possessed by our obsessions

And I’m vamping out in leisurely walls of denial

I hide from the smog

I run for the door

Let’s play house, white picket fences

Let’s play dead, let’s play god and enjoy the view

We are spinning out of control, it’s probably so

Oh, But I don’t mind

It doesn’t affect this opportunity to present myself to me

So what for this clear blue sky

So what for the love at hand

It’s trembling

From caffeine

I’m vamping out in excess overload

I hide from this world

I run to myself

Tell me how did we get this far if no one understands

I hide from myself

I run to the world

Tell me how did we come this far if we don’t understand