I am no
Starving artist with a goatee
Living on the streets
Prophesizing for the pennies
Breaking down the beats
I am spoiled by the idea
Life is just a shadow of what's real.
I have never
Known pain past the primal
Woken up to find
I am homeless in denial
And I wouldn't know
Evolutionary survival
If Darwin bit my heels.
Oh I'm just a washed up clue
Of what might have been
The next movement, or two.
Under different circumstances
I might have been huge
But thank your God I'm not.
I have seen
Miracles I can't remember
I have seen hate
From January to December
Those I thought were strong
So easily dismembered
And this verse is so cliche.
If you see me
Be sure to look away quick
I might steal your soul
Or make you semi-open-minded
I think as a people
We are gagged and we are blinded
But who am I to say?
Oh I'm just a washed up clue
Of what might have been
The next movement, or two.
Under different circumstances
I might have been huge
But thank your God I'm not.
Because I hide my anger
Under sadness
Only God can fully feel.
And I am sad because
I've got it easy
Life's a steal for me.
Though I'm told the world
Will only disappear
I'd like to change it
While I'm here
And I am met with only
Fear and disbelief.
I am no
Epic poet with an ego
I post emo lyrics
Like an instant message credo.
I was raised on PBS
So, baby, why don't we go
To the Land of Make Believe
Round these parts
I'm not threat to faith or reason
I am just a mammal
With a certain knack for breathin'
And committing random acts
Of sodomitic treason,
Knock your daughters
Off their feet.
Oh I'm just a washed up clue
Of what might have been
The next movement, or two.
Under different circumstances
I might have been huge
But thank your God I'm not.
Because I'd hate to cause
The moral rupture
Of a country that is punctured
By a devil in disguise.
So you're right.
Blame the problems of this nation
On my own recruiting station.
Kill me fast and everything
Will be alright.
Well I don't mean
To sound sarcastic, angry, or crass,
But I'm getting used to dead last
And the weight of my own words.
Let's forget I said a thing
And just ignore this.
Faith in earthly law is pure bliss.
So they say, and so tonight
We can't see the sky
For all the lights.
Starving artist with a goatee
Living on the streets
Prophesizing for the pennies
Breaking down the beats
I am spoiled by the idea
Life is just a shadow of what's real.
I have never
Known pain past the primal
Woken up to find
I am homeless in denial
And I wouldn't know
Evolutionary survival
If Darwin bit my heels.
Oh I'm just a washed up clue
Of what might have been
The next movement, or two.
Under different circumstances
I might have been huge
But thank your God I'm not.
I have seen
Miracles I can't remember
I have seen hate
From January to December
Those I thought were strong
So easily dismembered
And this verse is so cliche.
If you see me
Be sure to look away quick
I might steal your soul
Or make you semi-open-minded
I think as a people
We are gagged and we are blinded
But who am I to say?
Oh I'm just a washed up clue
Of what might have been
The next movement, or two.
Under different circumstances
I might have been huge
But thank your God I'm not.
Because I hide my anger
Under sadness
Only God can fully feel.
And I am sad because
I've got it easy
Life's a steal for me.
Though I'm told the world
Will only disappear
I'd like to change it
While I'm here
And I am met with only
Fear and disbelief.
I am no
Epic poet with an ego
I post emo lyrics
Like an instant message credo.
I was raised on PBS
So, baby, why don't we go
To the Land of Make Believe
Round these parts
I'm not threat to faith or reason
I am just a mammal
With a certain knack for breathin'
And committing random acts
Of sodomitic treason,
Knock your daughters
Off their feet.
Oh I'm just a washed up clue
Of what might have been
The next movement, or two.
Under different circumstances
I might have been huge
But thank your God I'm not.
Because I'd hate to cause
The moral rupture
Of a country that is punctured
By a devil in disguise.
So you're right.
Blame the problems of this nation
On my own recruiting station.
Kill me fast and everything
Will be alright.
Well I don't mean
To sound sarcastic, angry, or crass,
But I'm getting used to dead last
And the weight of my own words.
Let's forget I said a thing
And just ignore this.
Faith in earthly law is pure bliss.
So they say, and so tonight
We can't see the sky
For all the lights.