Well the actual condition of my mind Is elusive as the answers that I find I keep going through transition From doubt to indecision It's the actual condition
When I was younger, worrying about it Trying to make these decisions for myself And I go on to ask myself what's right and wrong about it And I don't
Don't speak unless spoken to And then you don't say much You think you're so self-righteous But your mind is out of touch You're afraid you're afraid
The most intense of burning hells Blasting expectations into smithereens Never feeling normal, can't accept the truth Resign myself to hating it, I hate
Got something to say Like something to me Well just go ahead and spit it out It's all the same, you see What's that, it doesn't make sense Are you talking
Brick on your head From the top of the ceiling Urban sniper, urban killer Won't be finished Until you're dead Urban sniper, urban killer Brick out the
She gave her little child a name A ward of welfare she became And then one day she met a man Digging through the trash for cans Charity, chastity, prudence
I picked up my belongings in a nylon carry-all I hear the porter call Said "the sky's the limit on this chartered trip away," I guess I'd better
Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower Somewhere in april time, they add another hour I guess I'd better think up a way to spend my
Now you look like you just got back from somewhere Somewhere yeah you know that it's true Together we went nearly to nowhere Nowhere really worth going
Got these little pills To curb your appetite Take a couple of these You'll be up all night I can scream, I can jump, I can shout I can tear the whole
A nine digit number For every living soul That is all they talk about At data control They know everything about you Keeping secrets is too hard Your
I look at your house I wonder what goes on inside When you have to cry yourself to sleep at night Your parents fight You don't know who's wrong or right
Diane Hey little girl, wanna go for a ride? Ther's room in my wagon it's park right outside We could cruise down robert street all night long But I
Well I'm standing in the queue And I can't stand anymore missing you And I can't stand the pain 'cause I can't get home 'cause of a hurricane Dead set
Avalanche looms overhead Airplane flies overhead Important man sits by the window Sucked out of the first class window Images run by, thousand miles an
Can't explain the way I feel It's all so clear, it's all so real Some kind of game, they're all the same Don't need it 'cause I'm always to blame You
Don't have a life That I wanna live with you There's a thousand things That I'd rather do It's my life, told you There's none for you Just let me be You
