It's always the same
Do not be afraid
All is Alive
Nothing is real
When you live in a dream
All is Alive
Do not be afraid
Nothing has changed
All is Alive
I wrote a song
The lyrics didn't mean a thing
Quit my job
Every day just felt the same
You can crown me king
Of Self-Sabotage
I fall apart
Every time she says my name
A reverb tank
Will cover up everything
But I've got to let them go
To move forward
You can crown me king
Of Self-Sabotage
But I know every thing is gonna be alright
Some day soon
Let the world fade away
Fade away
Let the world fade away
Fade away
Forensics
Collecting all the evidence
I'm on the trail
Of the thief who lives inside of me
Who wants to see me fail?
Then I know everything is gonna be alright
You said it was time
to escape from yourself
You didn't see the truth
Until you knew to look for truth
The path to calmness is undefined
But the guides are always in your mind
You saw the truth in my eye
You must a thought it was a
Trick of the light
I am the one who could
Save you from yourself
Please let me
Save you from yourself
I got lost inside of what you said
I struggled and I fought
To hold on to the golden thread
But I was the one who built the maze
Where we cast our burden away
I saw the truth is in your gaze
How I hoped it was a trick of the light
Your ship has cast off and sailed away
You did not need to be saved
So what am I gonna do now
With all this useless
Good Intent
I am the one
who could save you from yourself
Please let me
Save you from yourself
It was a good year
On the market
A Good Year
On the market
Having sold your soul
For an IPO
Back in '82
You got a new car
To tool around in
Patronize
The Pedestrians
You keep the throne
From your country home
Just like Daddy done
You can buy anything you want
You've got the money
But you're a fool
You're intent on keeping them down
But we got your number
We're not scared of you
When your home is an empty shell
Cause you cared for no one
Cloud Nine
Yeah
Can be so hard to find
Yeah
I pity you
Smoke and Mirrors
Commercial Art
What if doubt climbs into
Your Crimson Heart
All the trimmings
Will melt away
Like they always do
You can buy anything you want
You've got the money
But you're a fool
You're intent on keeping them down
But we got your number
We're not scared of you
When your home is an empty shell
Cause you cared for no one
Cloud Nine
Yeah
Can be so hard to find
Yeah
I pity you
We should have started having doubts
About freedom and truth
When we dropped them both
On Hiroshima
We don't know everything
Stalin, Hitler, Napoleon
They saw right where we see wrong
The pendulum has swung
To knock their ideas down
We don't know everything
Follow yrself
Follow yrself
Even if yr wrong
Just follow yrself
Leave em behind
And break some hearts
You can tell yrself it’s just all in the game
The devil may cry
The devil may beg
But you can tell his highness
To wait in the wings, wait in the wings yeah
Baryshnikov and Bergeron
Fun and fancy free
Penitentiary
American dance
American lore
Don’t have to give a damn
Bout freedom no more
Freedom no more yeah
When yr free, yr free for yrself
Follow yrself
Follow yrself
Even if corrected
Just follow yrself
Times may fly
For Robert Stroud
For the rest of us
We can only hope
For great escapes yeah
Every time we Do-si-do
We are singing but we down on the floor
Be safe
Watch the door
Don't let it hit you in the heart as you go
Just tear me apart
I swear you just tell me apart
Hey, how do you do that?
I can't seem to miss your calls
My conscience kills me when you knock at the door
You like
To watch me squirm
You can scold me if I skip my turn
Just tear me apart
I swear you just tear me apart
(It must be what what you say)
Just tear me apart
(Every time that we Do-si-do)
Just tear me apart
I swear you just tear me apart
(It must be what you say)
Hey, how do you do that?
These Operators they can feign a fall
And they always know to keep the thrall
These Operators they got nothing at all on me
The Elephants they have been stomping us all
And the Donkeys have been dropping the ball
All in all I’d say it’s all and the same to me
Is this the end of the world?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
When you build yrself a house of cards
Is it wrong to wanna watch it fall
I don’t care as long as I hold the ace of spades
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