Please can you help me
feel what it is that trouble me?
Take a moment to understand
why these things seem so startling.
Look at me, I'm down here
wires are all a-tangled.
Something's off, I feel it
left me just when I was beginning to find...

Pardon the expression but you did as you were told
society has taught you to love and leave, return to the fold.
Pardon the exception as I meddle here in the dark
cut and bruised now;
who would you/what would you/where would you/why would you...?

Disconnect yourself from whatever you think right?
Threw away all that you had held onto tight?

Please someone pull the alarm
the fire that started in my soul.
Quench its thirst now;
the dish must be served cold.
Look at me and laugh now
emotions are all a-jumbled.
Something's on, I feel it
why run when you created what I've become...

Pardon the intrusion but I'm knocking on your door
returning the gift you gave me, time to knock you to the floor.
Pardon the inconvienance as I pull out this pain
sharp and shiny now;
who are you/what are you/where are you/why would you...?

Run away from all that you have ever done?
Stop your screaming; I'm scared too, I'm just holding the gun!

Someone stop me! I've gone all out!
I can't stop myself, I am the outsider...
Someone hold me! I've gone too far!
I can't help myself, I am your monster...

One too many times have you walked out on what's right!
Left me bleeding, now revenge tells me its time to take your life!

All you see on TV is dime-store celebraties scream and scorn
what have we learned here but a sense of finality on what was once sacred.
All we learn from society is cheap sitcoms of players and consequenceless actions
written down since we were born;
who are we/what are we/where are we/why would we...?

Disconnect from everything we were told?
Wait a moment, this programming gives us the same old, same old!

Someone change this! We've seen too much!
Lies and deception, no longer the outsider...
Your victim! Just plays the part!
Learned from the cradle, you're just the monster...

What would it take to get to you?
Lies flow from your mouth, just like a river.
All your heroes are criminals, acquitted by popularity.
Nothing makes sense, but the reasoning is sound.

Disconnect me
I am the outsider...
Pull the plug on me
You are the outsider...

Medicate me
I am no longer pure...
Narcasitic me
I am no longer sure...

Please tell me who I am...

03/26/2012