Righteous underground

I have got an idle little mind and a grateful attitude
waiting patiently inside a subway on the move
avoiding the eyes
i'm humming a song to the crippled among the healthy ones.
I step outside in the carbon dioxhyde like drifting off to sleep
shameful, uneasy and delicate, appearantly not too bright or deep
I know i can do whatever i want to how ever cruel
what may seem like greed has nearly taken over me
here i come like a sleepwalker down the street
i clear my throat position my mouth
i wanna kiss life...
In the house speakers beating my legs and arms around
intoxication and free will in the righteous underground
Pleasure seekin' ignorance is not a subculture
i can't free my mind
i don't know what made me feel this way
whatever you're thinking of it's not like i'm afraid
Behaving so good i am bound to get in trouble
with the truth, what can i say?
a seasickness makes me jump conclusions every single day
and i'm watching myself
growing really funny on behalf of everybody else