Dry wit responsible
totally irrehensible.
Fellow shot in the head
good samaratian leaves him dead.

Break your own profile
suck in gut, all the while.
Like a teenager in a 30's scene
sooner or later we will all come clean.

Lack of faith equals lack of style
so come along, and stay a while.
When you only fake the motions
you can dodge all the explosions.

But we live with it everyday,
forcing feelings to get in our way.
Hide the hurt but not the light,
gives us a good reason to go and fight.

Handle gently, fragile and in a box
shake us up with a couple of rocks.
Don't throw stones in a house of glass
winter's cold winds will bite you in the ass.

Suffer not, just turn the cheek
interrupted before I had the chance to speak.
Sometimes worthless, sometimes sad
popularity is just another fad.

Getting it on, or just flambouyant,
it's something like that; you know what I meant.
Putting words straight into my mouth
sooner or later, you'll know what I'm about.

But we live with it day after day,
more work, just with the same pay.
Hidden from censors, hidden from view,
What will we see when we look inside you?

06/21/2007