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
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 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 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!

Redefine

Imagine your brain
As a Canister filled with ink
Yeah, now think of your body
As the pen where the ink resides
Fuse the two, KAPOW!
What are you now?
You're the human magic marker
Won't you please surprise my eyes?
It's in your nature
You can paint whatever picture You like
No matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun
By painting myriads of pictures

With the colors of one

I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
To fit your definition

Picture the scene, where whatever you thought
Would, in the blink of an eye
Manifest and become illustrated
You'd be sure man
That every line drawn reflected a life that you loved
Not an existence that you hated
So, must we demonstrate that
We can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture,
Now we're drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck it's about
Before the picture we painted
Chews us up and spits us out
I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
To fit your definition

Vitamin

I'm born
I'm alive
I breathe
In a moment or two I realize
That the sphere upon which I reside
Is asleep on its feet
Should I go back to sleep?
We orbit the sun
I grow up
My open eyes see
A zombified, somnambulist society
Leaving us as vitamins
For the hibernating human animal
Do you see what I mean?

You stare at me like a vitamin
On the surface you hate
But you know you need me
I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit
Whatever helps you swallow truth

All the more easily

And I wonder, will you digest me?
Into the sleep machine I won't plug in
In fact I'd rather die before I will comply
To you, my friend
I write the reason I still live
Cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give
Coming closer to another 2000 years
You and I will pry
The closed eye of the sleep machine

New Skin

At first I see an open wound
Infected and disastrous
It breathes chaotic catastrophe
It cries to be renewed
(Please Renew Me!)
Its tears are the color of anger
They dry to form a scab
To the touch, its stiff and resilient
Underneath, the new skin breathes
As outwardly cliche as it may seem
Yes, something under the surface says
C'est la vie
It is a circle, there is a plan
Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again
Look closely at the open wound
See past what covers the surface
Underneath chaotic catastrophe

Creation takes stage

Its all been saved
With exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin?
Its all been seen with exception for what could be
When will we be new skin?

Fallacious cognitions
Spewed from televisions
Do mold our decisions
So stop and take a look
And you'll see what I see now

Idiot Box

You keep your riches and I'll sew my stitches
You can't make me think like you, mundane
I've got a message for all those who think that
They can etch his words inside my brain

T.V. what do I need?
Tell me who to believe!
What's the use of autonomy
When a button does it all?

So listen up,
Glisten up closely all
Who've seen the fuckin eye ache too
It's time to step away from cable train
And when we finally see the subtle light
This quirk in evolution will begin
To let us live and recreate

T.V. what do I need?
Tell me who to believe!
Whats the use of autonomy
When a button does it all?
T.V. what should I see?
Tell me who should I be?
Lets do our mom a favor and drop