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I am a patient boy
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait
My time is water down a drain
Everybody's moving
Everybody's moving
Everything is moving,
Moving, moving, moving
Please don't leave me to remain
In the waiting room
I don't want the news
(I cannot use it)
I don't want the news
(I won't live by it)
Sitting outside of town
Everybody's always down
(Tell me why)
Because they can't get up
(Come on and get up)
But I won't sit idly by
I'm planning a big surprise
I'm gonna fight
For what I want to be
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Inside the waiting room
I don't want the news
(I cannot use it)
I don't want the news
(I won't live by it)
Sitting outside of town
Everybody's always down
(Tell me why)
Because they can't get up
Up from the waiting room
Sitting in the waiting room
(Tell me why)

Because they can't get up
☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯
Ahistorical
you think this shit just dropped right out of the sky
My analysis:
it's time to harvest the crust from your eyes
To surge and refine,
to rage and define ourselves
against your line
So sorry friend, you must resign
You want to figure it out
we'll throw down, we'll throw down, we'll throw down
You want to figure it out
well throw down your bulldog front
Bold bold mouth talking not so bold
now that you've eaten your own
Lips flecked, mouth specked
you strip the skin right off of the bone
But I would never say
you act without precision or care, but
it's all attention to armor,
to the armor you wear so well
You want to figure it out
we'll throw down, we'll throw down
You want to figure it out
we'll throw down your bulldog front
You want to figure it out
You want to figure it out
Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home
You want to figure it out
we'll throw down and we'll throw down
You want to figure it out
we'll throw down your bulldog front
You want to figure it out
You want to figure it out

☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯

You can't be what you were
So you better start being
just what you are
You can't be what you were

the time is now is running out
is running out
is running running running out
You can't be what you were
So you better start living the life
That you're talking about
You can't be what you were
The no movement, the no movement, the no movement
In a bad mouth
It betrays a bad mind
The no movement, the no movement, the no movement
In a bad mouth
It betrays a bad mind
The no movement, the no movement
It betrays a bad mind
The no movement, the no movement, the no movement
In a bad mouth
It betrays a bad mind
You're always talking talking talking talking talking shit now
but you will talk yourself down
you're going way down!

☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯

There's something acting on this body
Something goes in when nothing comes out
And someone's acting on this information
But nothing's registered from this location
From this site that I sense that I am, in asking
What is this burning in my eyes?
I wanted a language of my own
My lips were sucked empty and I mouthed the lines
Of this crowd that surrounds me
Punctured and parceled i fold my hand
To this site that I sense that I am in asking
What is this burning in my eyes?

I never thought too hard on dying before
I never sucked on the dying
I never licked the side of dying before
And now I'm feeling the dying
You've got your hands over your ears
You've got your mouth running on
You've got your eyes looking for something
That will never be found - like a reason
Good god I don't need a reason
I never thought too hard on dying before
I never sucked on the dying
I never licked the side of dying before

And now I'm feeling the dying
But you've got to....
Give me the shot
Give me the pill
Give me the cure
Now what you've done to my world
☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯

Why can't i walk down a street free of suggestion?
Is my body the only trait in the eye's of men?
I've got some skin
You want to look in
There lays no reward in what you discover
You spent yourself watching me suffer
Suffer you words, suffer your eyes, suffer your hands
Suffer your interpretation of what it is to be a man
I've got some skin
You want to look in
She does nothing to deserve it
He only wants to observe it
We sit back like they taught us
We keep quiet like they taught us
He just wants to prove it
She does nothing to remove it
We don't want anyone to mind us
So we play the roles that they assigned us
She does nothing to conceal it
He touches her 'cause he wants to feel it
We blame her for being there
But we are all guilty
☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯

I spent it all
On the bag
On the drag
The sun comes up, the tide rolls out
The trucks roll by the park still a park
Where children play and pick up stones
Anything to make them feel less alone - he's alone
His mind is his own town where all his thoughts run aground
They fall all over and down
I spent it all
On the bag
On the drag
The sun comes down, the tide rolls back

We crawl our way back to the house we call home
He holds his home in the palm of his hand
And he says, and he says
You are my everyone, you are my anyone
You are my anytime, you are my every time
You are my everywhere...anywhere...
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