Cognition

Na na nana.
Na na nana.
Na na nana.
People don’t care about what I do
They are only speeding
Time is just a pace of our conscience
Time is mate of feeling
People do care about dime can do
They care a lot of feeding
Hunger is a taste not a burden
Hunger makes an eagle
It’s a perception behind that door
Teachers don’t care about what we do
We don’t even hear them
In their eyes we are always wrong
That’s why we always cheat them
The major can’t do what I can do
But I don’t want his seat man!
He has been the source of destruction
He sure needs some beating
We should have hanged him long ago!