I've got a little animal inside me
(I wake up in the minute to minute)
I'm dancing on a world that's made of plastic
(Strike a match on my spine and I don't get it)

The buckets full of bones and the skin is made of plastic
But I painted it silver so they can look like all the others
The birds are smoking cigarettes, their aim is in reverse
My perpetual head is screwed on wrong and never does it's jo

And I'm tired,
I'm tired enough to smile and shake hands with the enemy,
So sit back and watch the sun choke on clouds
While we chew the fat and steal some souls and find a place to sleep
Gotta make the best or things just will be dead in a week

A month can be a lifetime, a lifetime a minute
But what's it in infinites a false advertisement
Dripping from the waste down, everything's a waste now
What what what what what was I doing when I sold my prized possessions

I remember days spent
Dancing on the pavement,
Or maybe in the woods,
Felt good being far away,
From all that I should be doing
Whose to say what that is?
Instead I'm crossed inside my own imagination
World's of undiscovered nations,
Creation of sunshine
Smiles from all the children,
Spinning thoughtless ribbons of purple
I think you think I think there's something wrong with my life,
But you haven't seen the full picture, yeah don't forget

Sevigilante history,
I spent my life in mystery
Writing books and songs
And no one knows about the way it is
Of much important sounds,
The dragon loom from the cloud
Dancing like an angel with an angel twisting the sound

Standing at the bus stop next to an old wiser who told me
(He was like a sewer, full of shit)
And the guy who never makes a mistake,
Takes orders from one who does,
And that's the way the cookie crumbles son

Take a stand,
Don't stand still
Don't get killed
Take a spill
The world should be conscious of free-willing expression
Chiseled and smiled to the sun
Pull the plug,
They never mention that you can't be saved until you're done

A liars company is as comforting as an answering machine
Leave a message at the tone
Leave a message at the tone

Culture spasm, we're going to fast and now we're spinning out of control
You sold your soul to get a warrant
Guaranteed efficiency, care free security system,
But I wont mention that it's called denial

Now we're all a little crooked lets get one thing straight
The less you fall apart the more that you break

The less that you fall apart the more that you break

Said dead dead on a red rhyme that poke until it's inside of your head
Go home and go to bed instead
When in doubt don't let that sack of lies hit you in the eyes
Never cry in front of parents, they expect it
Lets not mix words or cut verbs or take turns, that lead the way they started
Seas have not been parted
The difference between England and the shit that we're in, is two seconds
So find your watch and tell me when the movies over

A hundred televisions playing the same thing, throwing up all over the world
Airplanes land on Airways,
Nothing makes sense
Now your tapping on the window, meeting all the smiling people,
They all ride escalators
Not aware that they are in the scope of the killer
Nobodies waving, nobodies waiting
We all look healthy in the future, count the wires,
Plug the shrugged up sound of rationality
Nobody sees under your clothes, you must feel very secure
But you're still naked

Sometimes an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of the cure
And the popular response is not to have one

I think the butterflies in my stomach are playing drums

Illusions on fire, and our iron mine is rusty
But a bird in the hand is safer than one overhead

So play it cautious, and tiptoe through the dead,
Cause you never touch the depth of a river with both feet

There's never any shortcuts to anywhere worth going,
But I think we're going nowhere, so lets go take a shortcut

(The less that you fall apart the more that you break)