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High voice, deep inside
Witness what you think you hide
I will race you through emotions
If you let me in
I made an armour plated suit
You put your lips to helmet slits
Try to suck me out the tin
I can’t get out, I’m welded in
I’d run away, to brave for tears
Or sitting still to see
What lives behind the enemy lines
When you have torn away the screen
High voice, deep inside
Witness what you think you hide
I will race you through emotions
If you let me in
That body’s naked as the mind
The bruises mark the site of blows
Inside my suit my body’s fine
When I last looked like mine
I’d run away, to brave for tears
Or sitting still to see
What lives behind the enemy lines
When you have torn away the screen
I’m going deeper and deeper in debt
Deeper and deeper in debt
Deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper in debt
I’m not the only one in chains
I hear you creaking when it rains
Under pressure, under stress
I see you through your holy vest
That body’s naked as you mind
When I last looked, it looked like mine
Oh look at the chain mail and his body guard
Look at the chain mail and his shoddy body guard
Look at the chain mail and his body guard
Chain mail
Chain mail
Chain mail
Chain mail
I’d run away
Brave for tears
And sitting still to see
What lives behind
The enemy lines
When you have torn away
When you have torn away
When you have ripped away the screen
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Hitching a ride with the sandman
He’ll bury your head in his hands
Turn into a bland man
Where will you make your stand?
Hup springs, the voice in man
The prophet calls, the master’s plan
You resist his true demands
It’s an inner thing that calls at you
Makes you do what you must do
A voice you can ignore
Find the key that fits the door
Follow that song right to its core
Find the key that fits the door
Follow that song right to its core
But I would rather not go, I would rather stay home
I would rather not go, I would rather stay home
And eat and sleep and think and eat
And eat and sleep and think and eat
Rather not go, rather stay at
Rather not go, rather stay at home
If there’s someone outside to see you
You can always run away
But when there’s something inside does the calling
There’s nowhere you can hide
Jump down an open stair
Fire escape, to the frame and air
Hiding away from the wrong despair
It’s and inner thing that calls at you
Makes you do what you must do
A voice you can’t ignore
Find the key that fits the door
Follow that song right to its core
Find the key that fits the door
Follow that song right to its core
But I would rather not go, I would rather stay home
I’d rather not go, I would rather stay home
Where I will eat and sleep and think and eat
And eat and sleep and think and eat
Talk to friends having oh such fun
Watching late night television
Other side of midnight
Mike Tyson’s feat
Donahue and Nighbeat
Jifeman sends my girlfriend to sleep
And eat
And eat
And eat, and eat, and eat, and eat, and eat...
Sleep and eat, sleep and eat...
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Oh lord I tried I have tried So damn hard to fit in
I’ve worn away my edges
and I’m looking mighty thin
Whoops-a-daisy don’t trip that wire
Whoops-a-daisy don’t touch that wire
Whoops-a-daisy
Whoops-a-daisy
Whoops
I know all your soft spots
They’re the same soft spots that are in me
If you keep on scratching
They will flare up suddenly
Whoops-a-daisy don’t touch that wire
Whoops-a-daisy don’t touch that wire
Whoops-a-daisy
Whoops-a-daisy
Whoops
Whoops
Whoops-a-daisy
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoops
Don’t touch that wire
Don’t touch that wire
Don’t touch that wire
Don’t touch that wire
Don’t touch that wire
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I’m in a crowded room
I’ve been half asleep
Says the sister in uniform
Has everybody understood?
The listeners turn and nod
But I can see their fear, do they know more than me
Do they know why they’re here
I don’t want that poison in
I don’t want that poison in
I don’t want that poison in
Poison in
She passed around a potion
It went from lip to hand
I took a sip
A taste I didn’t understand
The woman then explained that this was the juice
The juice that causes pain
That all great singers need
I don’t want that poison in
I don’t want that poison in
I don’t want that poison in
Poison in
I stumbled from the room
There must be some mistake
I do not want this seed
I think I’m in another’s dream
But I can feel this creature flapping in my throat
I try and throw it up
But my cough turns to a choke
Put my fingers in my mouth
I have it by the head
It dug into my jaw
I threw the sucker to the floor
Threw the sucker to the floor
Threw the sucker to the floor
Threw the sucker to the floor
Threw the sucker to the floor
Threw the sucker to the floor
Threw the sucker to the floor
I don’t want that sucker in
I don’t want that sucker in
I don’t want that sucker in
Sucker in
Sucker in
Sucker in
Sucker in...
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I’m leaking down the left side
Oh god no, I hope it doesn’t show
But somebody’s getting a mouth full of the emperor’s new clothes.
I’m leaking down the left side
No one can see my gallbladder’s burst and so has my spleen.
Leg and an arm and a leg and a arm...
I’m leaking down the left side
Oh God no, I hope it doesn’t show.
I’m so wound up my bowels just want to blow.
I hope you don’t think I’m a jerk
though nothing I do ever seems to work.
My timing of that joke was wrong.
You can’t call that a dance or this a song.
You can’t call this a song.
You can’t call this a song.
You can’t call this a song.
Found my way through this attack.
Hope no one sees through my act.
All those people staring at me.
Their piercing gazes make me want to scream.
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
Leg and an arm Leg and an arm...
Oh, fill holy hole
Oh, fill my holy hole
Oh, fill my holes.
Oh, fill my holes.
Oh, fill my holes.
Oh, fill my holes.
Feel my holes.
Feel my holes.
I couldn’t plug my holy holes.
I couldn’t plug my holes.
I couldn't plug my holes
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Why so close
Big boys in black hats
Cowboys with white guns
White guns shoot blue white
Blue white baptism
No buffaloes
No Indians
No more buffaloes
Red sky is falling
Blue blood no stalling
White heat will strip you
No time to run far
Ivan’s got a wall of lead ‘round his house
Nobody can get in or out
Running out of food for ammunition
Frightened of the darkness
Sending out scouts
Why stand the fire so close
Why stand the fire so close
Why stand the fire so close
Why... so close
So close
Wayne’s got a wall that’s much more subtle
Wore headphones since he was born
Watches Ivan through dark glasses
Hands on his gun waiting for the storm
One false move and we all fall down
No futile games, no such fun
Here’s your ticket to our party
That’s what you get for playing with a gun
Six-guns so close
So close
Ivan’s got a wall of lead ‘round his house
Nobody can get in or out
Running out of food for ammunition
Frightened of the darkness
Sending out scouts
Wayne’s got a wall that’s much more subtle
Wore headphones since he was born
Watches Ivan through dark glasses
Hands on his gun waiting for the storm
Why stand the fire so close
Why stand the fire so close
Why stand the fire so close
Why...
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
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I nearly died when you jumped in
But you had to drown before you could swim
All the people on the beach, they were so impressed
That they wanted to join you but no they wouldn’t undress
Oh there, that wetness, splashed their skin
So they prayed for a whirlpool to pull you in
Ya ho
Ya ho
Ya ho
So they looked away and they tried to pretend
That it was for you, but no it wasn’t for them
Now the fear of sinking remains in place
But it’s this fear of failure that a real disgrace
Ya ho
Ya ho
Let me be the one
Let me be the one
Let me be the one
Let me be the one
To get over you wall
To get over you wall
Heads in the sand, sea out of reach
Swept away by the games of the beach
Those people sat and watched your stand
While the wait of their fears pulled them underground
Will anyone learn from the stories that are told
Of the tribe who drown in a grave of gold
Ya ho
Ya ho
Ya ho
Ya ho
Ya ho
Ya ho
I see your heads down
Someone’s calling
Put you heads down
Someone’s drowning
Look up see what’s fit for your eyes
Some escaping on someone drowning
Your head is underground
Your head is underground
Your head is underground
Your head is under the ground
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Which scarecrow has the power of voice
It will stab you in the thigh
And when she wails
It twists your insides
Wise scarecrow
Which scarecrow
Which scarecrow
A pitch for which he has been searching
Holds the key to the dream she’s been dreaming
She’s coming on, coming on, coming on
She is coming on strong
She’s coming on, coming on, coming on, coming on
Coming on strong
Droll,
Try to mix her ego with her soul
Never mix the ego with her soul
I always twist my ego with my soul
Which scarecrow
Wise scarecrow
Which scarecrow
And ‘cause you was her inspiration
Got a plan that can shatter a nation
She is coming on, coming on, coming on
She is coming on strong
She’s coming on, coming on, coming on, coming on
Coming on strong
She is coming on strong
She is coming on strong
She is coming on strong
When your sun strikes me my walls fall down
And I can sit down in you perfect light and sound
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Hey hey hey hey hey hey...
Julie says
That I must wake up
I am losing touch
Cause I think too much
I’m afraid to feel
My life feels unreal
You will not find love if you think you’re not good enough
Are you ready?
To rebel
Change your mind
I know you live in hell
Are you ready?
All of my beliefs
They come back to me
I think life is tough
So my life is tough
She says find a way
To develop love
To receive my love, believe you are good enough
Are you ready?
To rebel
Change your mind
I know you live in hell
Are you ready?
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey...
When we forget
Why we’re here
Out goes love
In comes fear
I need nothing
I’m all alone
I need nothing
Till the mind takes hold
Ho-ho-ho-hold
Ho-ho-ho-hold
Ho-Hold
Oh hold
Are you ready to rebel?
Are you ready to rebel?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
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To be loving when the knives are out
Takes much courage and a mind without doubt
I’m just some robot, wind up the clockwork jerk
Trying to impress is the nature of our work
But it’s so hard to remain open
If you bend you won’t get broken
Really hard
Really hard
Really hard
Really hard
Really hard
Rhetoriticians think they’re running this show
Words as power is all they’ll ever know
I’m just some reflex, when struck, the knee will jerk
Trying to impress, trying to impress, is the nature of my work
And it’s so hard to remain open
If it’s true, it can’t be spoken
Really hard
Really hard
Really hard
Really hard
Wake up from this dreaming state
Alarms scream out, it’s not too late
I am dying, dying to begin
I am dying, dying to begin again
Really hard
Really hard
Really hard
Really hard
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If you don’t look cool
They won’t look at you
But if you image is strong
Any song will do
They’ll think that the wrapping’s the gift
Is a throw away stone
All we want
Is an empty throne
I feel I’ve been burned
I feel I’ve been burned
I feel I’ve been burned
I feel I’ve been burned
But I won’t let it show
I won’t let it show
I won’t let it show
I won’t let it show
I won’t let it show
My belief’s are all shaken
I’m lost in grief at the state I’m in
Seen too much goodness chewed up by money men
If God exists she should make us king
I feel I’ve been burned
I feel I’ve been burned
I feel I’ve been burned
I feel I’ve been burned
What must we do to make money
Sell our dreams to some Pharisee
Believe that all everyone wants is power and fame
If you won’t get screwed, don’t go on the game
I feel I’ve been burned
I feel I’ve been burned
I feel I’ve been burned
I feel I’ve been burned
Burned
Burned
Burned...
I’ve been burned
I’ve been burned
I’ve been burned...
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Tongue split
In the night
I woke up in blood
Red sheets
Wrapped tight
Dreamt I was drowning in mud
Now there’s a beast in my mouth
It’s out of control
Beats with will of its own
Broken my teeth withdraw my gums
I think that it’s taken control
Spits out your emotion
Left a deep impression
Expression
Expression, makes me feel more expression
Life changed
That night
As rip chord took command
Spit balls
All the abuse
Were more than friends could stand
Now I don’t think before I speak
I open my mouth to see
What comes out
A whisper or a shout
Some sanity or a scream
Spits out raw emotion
Looking for a deeper expression
Expression
Expression
Expression
Expression, makes me feel more... expression
That be me says it all
That be me has it all
Expression
Expression
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