Yes I know this is politically correct But it comes to you spiritually direct An attempt to thoughtfully affect your way of thinking That is if you believe
You can't be what you were So you better start being just what you are You can't be what you were Time is now and it's running out You can't be what
Anytime but now Anywhere but here Anyone but me I've got to think about my own life We are consumed by society We are obsessed with variety We are all
There's something acting on this body Something goes in when nothing comes out And someone's acting on this information But nothing's registered from
I never thought too hard on dying before I never sucked on the dying I never licked the side of dying before And now I'm feeling the dying You've got
I spent it all On the bag On the drag The sun comes up, the tide rolls out The trucks roll by the park still a park Where children play and pick up stones
Blood on the pedals, blood on the grips Steel leveled, chest level smear My lips let them slip into a Smile because now after awhile it's all we're seen
You make yourself so beautiful, You make yourself so, so beautiful And now i feel like i'm going, I'm going to set myself on fire. I'm going to set myself
Somewhere in these private minds, The last one comes just in time to clear out The chambers and sew up the lips, 'Cause that's the price to pay for hoping
I am a patient boy I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait My time is water down a drain Everybody's moving Everybody's moving Everything is moving, Moving,
Why can't i walk down a street free of suggestion? Is my body the only trait in the eye's of men? I've got some skin You want to look in There lays no
Words Words and expressions All these confessions Of where we stand How I see you And you see me Dedications of symmetry Together we will be forever.
