1. Privilege
Isnīt it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isnīt it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?
Maybe itīs me but this line isnīt going anywhere,
maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor.)
I see you in line, dragging your feet
you have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.
Isnīt it strange that the man standing in front of me
doesnīt have a clue why heīs waiting, or what heīs waiting for?
Maybe itīs me, but Iīm sick of wasting energy.
Maybe if I look in my heart I could find a backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor.)
I see you in line, dragging your feet
you have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.
2. Nowhere Fast
Will I ever get to where Iīm going?
Will I ever follow through with what I had planned.
I guess itīs possible that I have been a bit distracted
and the directions for me are a lot less in demand.
Will I ever get to where Iīm going?
If I do, will I know when I am there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction would I even care?
I would.
I take a look around; itīs evident the scene has changed.
And there are times when I feel improved upon the past.
Then there are times when I canīt seem to understand at all
and yes it seems as though Iīm going nowhere...
really fucking fast.
3. Consequence
link and you miss a beat.
Keep one of your eyes open at all times.
Think that youīre on the brink?
The shit hasnīt even begun to hit the fan.
Consequence youīll see will be stranger than a gang of drunken mimes.
Situation has a stink.
Better clear the air before your son becomes a man.
Blink.
Everythingīs been augmented, youīve been left so far behind.
Think, for sure, next time you should wear a pair of eyes in the back of your head.
Consequence youīve seen has been stranger than sci-fi of any kind.
Situation baffles me.
I guess itīs true you too are one of the walking dead.
You better think fast!
Causeī you never know whatīs cominī around the bend.
You better not blink!
For Consequence is a bigger word than you think.
Itīs bigger than you or me.
4. The Warmth
Iīd like to close my eyes and go numb
but thereīs a cold wind coming from
the top of the highest high-rise today.
Itīs not a breeze causeī it blows hard.
Yes and it wants me to discard the humanity I know,
watch the warmth blow away.
Do you think I should adhere to that pressing new frontier?
And leave in my wake a trail of fear(?)
Or should I hold my head up high
and throw a wrench and spokes by
leaving the air behind me clear?
Donīt let the world bring you down.
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and while youīre alive
experience the warmth before you grow old.
5. When It Comes
Itīs cominī around again
theyīre letting it out again, again.
Itīs cominī around again
theyīre letting it out again, again.
When it comes,
it comes abrupt.
When it feels, it feels like trading brains with an imbecile... for real.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static
and not buying philosophies that are sold to me, at a steal.
Just when you thought it was safe to think,
in comes mental piracy!
What Iīm looking for cannot be sold to me.
I wish they all would stop trying
causeī what I want and what I need,
is and will always be free.
Itīs cominī around again
theyīre letting it out again, again.
Itīs cominī around again
theyīre letting it out again.
When it comes,
it comes unannounced.
And it feels like a matador is taunting me with his reddest red cloth and I am the bull.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static
and not eating the bullshit thatīs being fed to me no more...
causeī now Iīm full.
Just when you thought it was safe to think
in comes mental piracy!
What Iīm looking for cannot be sold to me.
I wish they all would stop trying,
causeī what I want and what I need
is and will always be free.
6. Make Yourself
If I hadnīt made me, I wouldīve been made somehow.
If I hadnīt assembled myself, Iīdve fallen apart by now.
If I hadnīt made me, Iīd be more inclined to bow.
Powers that be would have swallowed me up,
but thatīs more than I can allow.
If you let them make you, theyīll make you papier-mache.
At a distance youīre strong, until the wind comes
then you crumble and blow away.
If you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay.
But rest assured, theyīll screw you complete tilī your ass is blue and grey.
You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live,
why not try and Make Yourself?
If I hadnīt made me, Iīdve fallen apart by now.
I wonīt let emī make me, itīs more than I can allow.
So when I make me, I wonīt be papier-mache.
And if I fuck me...Iīll fuck me in my own way.
You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live,
why not try and Make Yourself?
Make Yourself.
7. Drive
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.
And I canīt help but ask myself how much Iīll let the
fear take the wheel and steer.
Itīs driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal.
But lately I am beginning to find that
I should be the one behind the wheel.
Whatever tomorrow brings, Iīll be there with open arms and open eyes.
So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
Itīs driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around.
But lately Iīm beginning to find that
when I drive myself my light is found.
So whatever tomorrow brings, Iīll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeh.
Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive?
Would you choose water over wine....
hold the wheel and drive?
8. Clean
Today, everything was fine.
Until roundabout, quarter to nine,
I suddenly found myself in a bind.
Was it something I said?
Something I read and manifested thatīs getting you down.
Donīt you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in you eye,
Iīd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried.
Say what you will, say what you mean.
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.
Tomorrow, what price will I pay?
Could I make it all up to you
by serving coffee for two in bed?
Would you then gimme the time of day?
I need a map of your head, translated into English
so I can learn to not make you frown.
Youīd feel better if youīd vent,
put your frustrations into four letter words
and let them out on mine, the most weathered ears in town.
Say what you will, say what you mean.
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.
9. I Miss You
To see you when I wake up
is a gift I didnīt think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I canīt explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already Iīm wasting away.
I know Iīll see you again
whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care
and I miss you.
10. Pardon Me
A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
at twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory;
an ominous landscape of never ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can take and
exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
Iīve had enough of the world and itīs peopleīs mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me....Iīll never be the same.
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate," causeī lately Iīve been thinking of combustication
as a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
and thinking so much differently.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
Iīve had enough of the world and itīs peopleīs mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me....Iīll never be the same.
11. Out From Under
To resist is to piss in the wind.
Anyone who does will end up smelling.
Knowing this, why do I defy?
Because my inner voice is yelling.
There is a fist pressing against anyone who thinks something compelling.
Our intuit weīre taught to deny,
and our soul weīre told is for selling.
Get out from under them
resist and multiply!
Get out from under precipice and see the sky!
Get out from under them
Resist, unlearn, defy!
Get out from under precipice and see the sky!
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