Gravity and entropy They have it out inside of me Eighty-eight ways to build and destroy I dig my own grave. I carve my decoy. O. What should I be
In my age of reason Complicated by feeling I dream of impossible things I dream of impractical things In my age of anxiety Complicated by destiny
Like a knife come to slit my ties to the past To all the things which bind me to the grave, you came You came in the morning after a long night You came
He danced on his deathbed And so performed his final dance For friends, family, and lovers And all those who'd had the chance To know him, to love
Digital, binary system, ones and zeroes, dark Versus light Yin and yang, x and y, my mother and my father made me one night In the beginning, a murky
in a guest For recreation no creation, her slight protest And I enter my bed clean Lay down my head and dream of another world The desert springs to life The golden
These are the growing pains Baby born; body must change These are the growing pains Skin and bone learn to replicate Is to divide, destroy themselves
Once I was enslaved to a human being What to do today now that I'm free Merry me, merry me, merry me Is this how it feels to realize one's dreams
There's a battleship parked in the river Reenacting open doors, open arms, then open fire There are mushroom clouds and machine-gunned copters descending
No no no, I know You owe me nothing No no no, I know I'm not your job No no no. I know we should just walk away We both know we know it's hard Autumn
