It's a sign, a sign of the times
I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes
I can't deny, why try, we all die
We dont get that high, still we try to fly
It's no surprise my sighs, until our demise
swallow sugarpills, in the form of white lies
trans and unisex, no longer gals and guys
one size fits all, I mean grooms for brides
There's plenty room for lies, so why be ashamed
it used to be a game, no more players left to play
game over man, thought we had a 1up
same over fam, yet families are told to shut up
You can't be liberal, you can't be conservative
you gotta be lukewarm, who needs to get or give
just be mediocre and accept this award
all for participation and not following the LORD
You used to be bored when you didnt have chores
but now you explore then afford the accords
not to mention afairs, its not fair life is too short
turn up your pimp juice the ball's in your court
get turnt get lit get burnt get bent
thought love was heavensent, you never smelt that scent
the aroma of love and sweet compassion
it used to be ever lasting, now its got us asking
Is this is a sign, a sign of the times
I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes
I can't deny, why try, we all die
We dont get that high, still we try to fly
It's no surprise my sighs, until our demise
swallow sugarpills, in the form of white lies
trans and unisex, no longer gals and guys
one size fits all, I mean grooms for brides
So many tongues, so many languages used
used to be babeling, until words were abused
on the same page, what about the same book
if you say only God can judge you, get the same look
now you're shooked ain't no part time crooks
you can steal the constitution, but not the good book
take a look, you've been reading it wrong
take a look, you've been quoting it wrong
think this is a sad song, it's not the song of songs
when it comes immoral people i see throngs of throngs
i see it plain as day, im happy i am gay
it's like looking in the mirror when you walk gthis way
so throw ya hands up, matter of fact show me dueces
waiting for seven years of truces, no excuses
you can see my bruises, this is not news kids
have you not read? This is what good news is
This is a sign, a sign of the times
I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes
I can't deny, why try, we all die
We dont get that high, still we try to fly
It's no surprise my sighs, until our demise
swallow sugarpills, in the form of white lies
trans and unisex, no longer gals and guys
one size fits all, I mean grooms for brides
Real CHRISTIANS living as real HUSBANDS being real PARENTS staying REAL! Because we always Man UP! Who else could hold it down, besides some AnchorMEN!
