I keep a fast pace. A job, a dream, and stuff to buy
I’m in a rat race. I can’t afford to lag in line
I keep runnin. I gotta keep up with my pride
Cause it’s hungry, and it’s always fed on time
I’ve been chopping down trees to get to God’s doorstep
shaking my fist at all his vines. Turn around, I find him waiting
at the only overgrown doorstep: mine.
I got a social page. I got the black hole web of time
It’s such a nice place. I shoot it up and shut down fine
I can’t remember who anybody is inside
But I remember the latest ad I saw online (CH)
And I’m saying, Moderation, I’m all off track.
Simplification, I need you back.
I’ve been chopping down trees…and all of these vines…
Have I been in my own yard this whole time??
It wasn’t God’s doorstep covered in clutter.
It wasn’t God’s front yard covered in trees.
It wasn’t God’s front porch covered in vines.
It wasn’t God’s doorstep covered in weeds.