I stick with real things Usually facts and figures When information's in its place I minimize the guessing game Guess what? (What?) I don't like guessing games Or when I feel things Before I know the feelings How am I supposed to operate

I don't know you anymore Supposed to be the man That I live my life by We both know what it is And your attitude become a bore And I'm so tired I cant even cry If you were like all other men I can see you ahead of me But I'm not always forward thinkin'

Mass hallucination baby Ill education baby Want to reconnect with your elations This is your station baby But what am I supposed to do The good kid, m.A.A.d. city Look inside these walls and you see them having withdrawals Of a prisoner on his way

Tie my hands What am I gonna be What have I done so bad What is my destiny What am I supposed to see We are at war With the universe The sky is falling And the only thing that can save us now

What am I supposed to do with this heart I'm so lost in paradise If I open up my eyes I can see the storm, I can see the sky I can see the darkness flashing lights All my fears, don't deny Let me stay, I'm lost in paradise In love we all will fall but,