take it all away. did you hide and make yourself? straight to halt their pleas... all the signs are there. respite from what you feel. given time, we've learned to share. don't compensate for me. will i find you there?
try to make me stay - had to fight for recompense. don't put the blame on me. all the signs are there. filtered by a friend - even time's not playing fair. don't pin your hopes on me... still, i find you there.
do my best to steer my goals... clean colored wire makes the right hole.
please pull in tight; make the right hole.
just like a paper tiger torn apart by idle hands.
through the helter skelter morning... fix yourself while you still can.
no more ashes to ashes. no more cinders from the sky.
and all the laws of creation tell a dead man how to die.
looking through a broken diamond to make the past what it should be.
through the ruins and the weather... capsized boats in the sea.
the desert's down below us, and the storm's up above.
like a stray dog gone defective; like a paper tiger in the sun.
i just hold on to nothing and see how long nothing lasts.
there's one road to the morning. there's one road to the truth.
there's one road back to civilization, but there's no road back to you.
i just don't know the layman's terms to call the mess you breed. what thaws beneath this surface soils blood to your family tree. frames of infrared keep scrolling into focus. scarab crank the busy signal with the habits that you notice.
the dates, they change; with each new phase, i'm anxious bouts of nervous. what am i without the bruises? this switch - it won't come on. what do i do to lose it? beneath this distress call. let the wheels burn; stack the tires to the neck with the body inside.
taking all the hostages into the oval office... draw the curtains, part their hair, and pull the trigger softly. if they have me committed, then i'll just take you with me. one driver in your motorcade is all it takes. sandmen grains in teflon veins is all it takes.
don't always dream for what you want. my heart is stronger than you all, but i love to watch good dancers talk. the war's good, and i'm so tired. when you think with your mind, you've got a place to go now...
i get out of bed the same way every day - blurry eyed and waiting for the alarm to sing. sing me into fm radiapathy - numb and tired and perfect for the working day.
i get home and turn the cable strobe light on to tell me who i'm not and what my life still lacks. yeah, if i could make a copy of myself, i might... so i could have twice as much of everything.
come, it's time to wake up.
so i tell the world that it can kill its own...
blow itself to smithereens for all i care.
i will ride the wave into its smoking hole. i will be the vulture to its carrion.
