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"who we is"
get down on the floor
and show us what you've got
get down on the floor
cause we're thee autobots
"hope"
why can't you see- that what i say is not a lie
no prior motives- to give you reason to decry
but you still won't listen to me, and i guess it cuts too
deep, cause i just don't understand
i've never had- problems like the ones you hold
never clouded- with a vice that turned my vision cold
and i don't wanna see you lost again to yourself
and a desire to ruin it all
so what can i do- to get through to you
and show you that i'm only here to help you make it through
i think i've got a better way, but I don't know just how to say
the things I need to in the words that will then convey
my point... and my hope
"out of the rut"
you've got lots of stuff you keep inside
that you won't tell me so you hide
then you run and tell your friends, it escalates to bullshit, yet
even you admit you have no pride- no pride
all i wanna do is help yet i'm made to be the fucking jerk
and if you can't even speak your mind to me, shit, then its not gonna work
you've got that will inside you-- if you'd just let me guide you
i'd help you out of the rut and you'll be on your way
i feel like my voice is inside a cave
i'm so far off and you're in your grave
but we're both standing here, feeling so far apart
and i need to be off, i've got more roads to pave- to pave
"the same, the game"
when we look into the mirror one dimension is all we see
and when I take account of myself the same old thing applies to me
i try to put my best foot forward, i could always use a helping hand
but a finger pointed at me is what i receive, and i just don't understand
your stupid egos make me sick
its all the same, the game
played by a bunch of fucking pricks
its fucking lame
everyday i listen and hear friends backstabbing, talking trash
they talk about egos, yet their own bullshit's spreading like a rash
sooner or later i should have figured that signs would point back this way
i thought you were my friends, so i really don't know what to say
at least now i won't feel the need to
defend you anymore, 'cause i know there's no reason to
go on and be jealous of me
i don't feel ashamed, cause i know i did it all for you
"flotation device"
behind your grin, i know that you're a real smooth talker
on the road of your mind, you must appear a cool jaywalker
little do you know-- you're sinking in a pool of your own making
and there's no one here to help you
count them down-- many favors asked, a million
dressing up in supposed mockery of cotillion
what do you know-- they pulled your "plug" and again we watch
you flounder into the hole you dug (for yourself)
its impossible to clear that wall- and its impossible to hear me call
when I'm speaking the truth
you always had someone who could play nice-
you always had a flotation device
but now you're drowning tooth for tooth
"visor"
i know where i go, continue too slow
i've been staring at the sun far too long
feeling of neglect, my hand won't protect
i'm stuck with the feeling i've been wronged
in the downlight- in the downlight, here i melt
evaporation- sensation i've not yet felt
but knowing that i might, stand strong in the light
until i find a way to block out
the feeling of neglect, my lost self respect
and a whisper i can hear like a shout
like a glide bomb- like a glide bomb, it still falls
when the day comes- i know my aggressor never stalls
and when the night comes, i know i have run
into the arms of someone who'll protect me
no feeling of neglect, no urge to defect
just support so i can plot defense correctly
"honkeys"
oh yeah
"pittsburgh pa"
inside my mind i see a place that i have been once or two times before
calling me out inside a dream telling me things that i cannot ignore
in the closet i have the fruit of its tall trees and in my heart i can store
a longing that i have felt on nights when i'm awake and its a little past four
...my mind's in pittsburgh
inside my mind i see a place that i have been once or two times before
calling me out inside a dream telling me things that i cannot ignore
a feeling to tide my heart when my life is just a shackling bore
"baggage claim area"
sit and wait as seconds pass
the clock is cruel, it forced a sigh en masse
outside is the glow of some ancient-fallen snow
and i wonder if this day will be the last
the blinds are drawn, the door is closed
locked inside a fear that no one knows
an urge to go outside, even though i know my pride
will surely shrivel up as the wind blows
and i don't know what i'm gonna do
when the world starts turning
it's lucky i don't seem to care
my thoughts are racing, speed times ten
and this uncertainty comes up again
even though i'm brave, being treated like a slave
is no gauge for bravery in men
my current state, i feel just fine
like unclaimed baggage, i won't do my time
waiting all alone just to find another home
the world it holds no pressure on my mind
and i don't know what i'm gonna do
when the world starts turning
it's lucky i don't even care about it
"birth defect"
is it a birth defect that makes me feel cold and wet
that leaves me hazy, and just a little scared?
i keep inside all the pain that i hide
but i'd be nothing without all the tears.
i need you now- and i'm feeling helpless
i got lost somehow- but how can i accept this
and how could i allow- you to leave me here with
the radio tuned to one o six point two
metallica was playing "sad but true"
here on the floor there's nothing I could do-
praying in the dark to melt with you
"one teacup"
you sit pensive on your stool
a fan in hand to keep your cool
its all just within reach, the dull afternoon has been breached
from somewhere, the smell of burnt fuel
an accentuated alter-ego
and i start to wonder "where did she go"
even in your smiles, i start to count the miles
but i don't know how to tear the mask off
one teacup wrong, one teacup right
and a moment passes like a fuse on dynamite
i scream even louder, "can't you smell gunpowder"
but my voice must have been too light
some footsteps stumbled from the table
in a splendorous ballet, disabled
self-approval indeed, but the audience disagreed
wishing for the face behind the puppet
being pulled by strings
and in the distance, i can hear a whiny voice proclaiming,
"don't worry about it... can i pour you another?"
an accentuated alter-ego
and i start to wonder, "where did she go"
now in your smiles, i see a million miles
and a nameless manipulation
"hell on wheels"
out on a dare, wind in our hair
breezing right by and throwing away all care
as cool as it feels, we're hell on wheels
no one can catch us with wind on our heels
fields go by, trees go by
going so fast, we almost cannot see them
towns go by, world goes by
on the horizon as fast as we just leave them
busting past trains and tripping up planes
burning the highway and taking up both lanes
shot from a gun straight through the sun
and not even singed or worse when we're done
"unimpressed"
i wouldn't go that far, i wouldn't give a second chance
to anyone but you
but when you proved me wrong, i didn't flinch, i just looked deep and
accepted it was true
when the flock came down, metamorphosis in parenthesis
around your former life
i start to wonder why, find a motive for or a reason which
would help me wash your knife
colorful situations sew the robes in which we're dressed, but
"the world is trying so hard to leave me unimpressed"
(quoted line by m. eddy)
"noise ordinance"
so you're a marshall of the law? well if that's what
you call justice, well, i guess i just can't hold it true
and if i had to name one flaw about you, well
i'd say that your anus has engulfed you
and now you've spoiled all our plans with a simple
plot to show us all just how you serve and protect
you wouldn't dirty up your hands to prevent any
crimes that would really make you worthy of our respect
and, of course, you'll enforce
a stupid law that makes no sense
ruin our fun-- objective number one
done nothing wrong and yet you tell us all to dispense
and, of course, you'll enforce
a stupid law that makes no sense
you can't stomp us, you're just pompous
your reprimand, it won't promote reverence
and so we didn't let you thwart us
with a maximum head count of one-o-one
and there's nobody to report us
to shut us down; we're dancing under your gun
"wanted you to know"
she said it with a gleam in her eye- but i couldn't tell 'cause we were
talking on the phone- i felt threatened for once in my life;
i sat there as she said,
"i'm talking to you and i've got something i must say--
you know its true that the thing that binds like glue
could surely fizzle out any day
its not out of the blue- no, it didn't sneak up on you
my certainty turns your design into a lump of clay..
..and i just wanted you to know."
"save the tuna"
tuna
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