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Stop showing me all these great things,
Stop showing me things I ain’t got,
Stop showing to me, all this technology,
Stop showing me what I’m not.

I know that there are angels,
Photoshop-ped and free,
But I don’t want to see angels,
If those angels wont see me.

Stop showing me yachts and fast cars,
That will always be out of my reach,
Stop showing this man, what he can’t understand,
Stop showing me things you can’t teach.

There’s a world that’s still close to me,
All around there’s technology
There’s so much that I just can’t see,
Standing in the shadow of giants.

Stop showing me Facebook and Google,
There’s a limit to what I can learn,
Stop showing to me, all your false imagery,
Or I promise this Kendle Ill burn.

I know that there are angels,
That visit me at night,
But I don’t see those angels,
When I turn on Edson’s light.

Stop showing all these people,
There’s too many to enter my head,
But my problem is this, do they really exist,
Guess I’ll find out the day I’m dead.


It’s all too much for a simple man,
There’s no way I can understand
Close my eyes but still hold my hand,
Standing in the shadow of giants.

There’s a world that’s still close to me,
All around there’s technology
There’s so much that I just can’t see,
Standing in the shadow of giants.