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1. Privilege 2. Nowhere Fast 3. Consequence 4. The Warmth 5. When It Comes 6. Stellar 7. Make Yourself 8. Drive 9. Clean 10. Battlestar Scralatchtica 11. I Miss You 12. Pardon Me 13. Out From Under

Make Yourself

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PrivilegeIsn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy? Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore? Maybe it's me but this line isn't 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. Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me doesn't have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's waiting for? Maybe it's me, but I'm 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.

Nowhere FastWill I ever get to where I'm going? Will I ever follow through with what I had planned. I guess it's 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 I'm 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; it's evident the scene has changed. And there are times when I feel improved upon the past. Then there are times when I can't seem to understand at all and yes it seems as though I'm going nowhere... really fucking fast.

ConsequenceBlink and you miss a beat. Keep one of your eyes open at all times. Think that you're on the brink? The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan. Consequence you'll 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. Everything's been augmented, you've been left so far behind. Think, for sure, next time you should wear a pair of eyes in the back of your head. Consequence you've seen has been stranger than sci-fi of any kind. Situation baffles me. I guess it's true you too are one of the walking dead. You better think fast! Cause' you never know what's comin' around the bend. You better not blink! For Consequence is a bigger word than you think. It's bigger than you or me.

The WarmthI'd like to close my eyes and go numb but there's a cold wind coming from the top of the highest high-rise today. It's not a breeze cause' 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? Don't let the world bring you down. Not everyone here is that ed up and cold. Remember why you came and while you're alive experience the warmth before you grow old.

When It ComesIt's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again. It's comin' around again they're 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 I'm looking for cannot be sold to me. I wish they all would stop trying cause' what I want and what I need, is and will always be free. It's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again. It's comin' around again they're 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 that's being fed to me no more... cause' now I'm full. Just when you thought it was safe to think in comes mental piracy! What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me. I wish they all would stop trying, cause' what I want and what I need is and will always be free.

StellarMeet me in outer space. WE could spend the night; watch the earth come up. I've grown tired of that place; won't you come with me? WE could start again. How do you do it? Make me feel like I do. How do you do it? It's better than I ever knew. Meet me in outer space. I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights. I need you to see this place, it might be the only way that I can show you how it feels to be inside of you. How do you do it? Make me feel like I do. How do you do it? It's better than I ever knew. You are stellar.

Make Yourself YIf I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow. If I hadn't assembled myself, I'dve fallen apart by now. If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow. Powers that be would have swallowed me up, but that's more than I can allow. If you let them make you, they'll make you papier-mâché. At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes then you crumble and blow away. If you let them you, there will be no . But rest assured, they'll screw you complete til' your ass is blue and gray. 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 hadn't made me, I'dve fallen apart by now. I won't let em' make me, it's more than I can allow. So when I make me, I won't be papier-mâché. And if I me...I'll 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.

DriveSometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear. And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer. It's 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, I'll 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? It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around. But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found. So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll 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?

CleanToday, 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 that's getting you down. Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in you eye, I'd 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. You'd feel better if you'd 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.

I Miss YouTo see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't 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 can't 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 I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.

Pardon MeA 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. I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games. So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame. Pardon me, pardon me....I'll 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," cause' lately I've 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. I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games. So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame. Pardon me, pardon me....I'll never be the same.

Out From UnderTo 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 we're taught to deny, and our soul we're 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!

Crowded Elevator (Japanese Version of Make Yourself only)Fifteen minutes to six and fourteen floors to go. Thirteen suited strangers makes the crowded elevator slow and I've got a million words and phrases on the tip of my tongue for the only non stranger next to me soon she'll know. Know, know. So let them stare, if I cry think of what you'll be and how much you will how I feel me to spill. Let all of it out right now as and expose every inch in front of them. Twelve more floors your eyes and mine all I need to come clean or should I wait for the lobby, spare the lies some 26 nervous eyes argue by the little red numbers passing by. If I wait one minute longer, I think I will die, Die, die. It isn't fair. If I cry think of what you'll be and how much you will how I feel me to spill. Let all of it out right now as and expose every inch in front of them. If I cry think of what you'll be and how much you will how I feel me to spill, let all of it out right now as and expose every inch in front of them. You help me to feel safe and know all the while I've been so inquisitive I can't go back cuz now I know how it feels to open up and breathe, if I cry think of what you'll be and how much you will how I feel me to spill, let all of it out right now as and expose every inch in front of them Yeah in front of them


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