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POST APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL GUIDE Welcome.. ..to the end of the world... Hey! what the fuck you doin sittin, MOVE IT! fire's comin quick, better run just to survive it the Bible sait that this was on it's way... Apocalypse Today all signs point to DEATH, for the human race. survival of the fittest, with a bit of luck and cleverness, willingness to do the shit, it takes to survive this the best and the last of Olympians, dissappear like Greek Gods, into the nothingness, it's a mystery, dissappear into the myst like the sinister used to burn the Libraries and Churches, erase 'em from the perrils of history, into the abyss of non-existence. everything before it left to memory and hearsay, passed down from generation next, in a game of Telephone, generate a text, to your BFF cuz revolution's, as imminent as death It can never be the way it was again, there ain't no looking back even with our perfect vision, or even if our best intentions, defied history this time and denied it's repetition, again and again. the cycle of denial 'll keep you coming back, over and over, it's survival of the one who adjusts to their conditions and adapts, cuz... The outcome, was the end of the world, where the earth stood still and you died, unless of course you didn't and survived, you wanna stay alive, this song'll be your Post Apocalypse Survival guide Welcome.. to the end of the world, where the Earth stood still and you died, unless you didn't and survived, if you wanna stay alive, this song'll be your Post Apocalypse survival guide. Listen, to the one with the biggest gun, survival of the fittest doesn't cut it anymore, you gotta be bold, you gotta be wise, you gotta be cunning to survive. Empathy's a weakness, so you won't need it, trust your primal instincts, think less, re think your basic needs, re adjust your position. adapt to your conditions, everythings a weapon in this predator and prey new fangled way of livin either gotta get away, or you gotta chase in this game, that everybody's playin to win our moral compass spins incoherent off in all directions all hope is lost and it's gone straight wreckless, unless abandonment is still left an option, gotta hand it to the planets Upper Management, did a lot of damage, with the time that they were handed. it can, never be the way it was again there ain't no movin forward from this point, we begin again and again at the starting line, not this time if the big bang comes and youre alive, you'll die oh well we tried and evolution failed us, or maybe we failed to evolve and failed to resolve those issues that involved us Welcome.. to the end of the world, where the earth stood still and we died unless of course we didn't and survived we wanna stay alive, this song'll be our Post Apocalypse Survival Guide. Are we falling from grace? or just stalling this race, of human beings from be ing erased, I guess it's best ta just accept this fate, poor disoriented soul has, no where else to go, other than digressing into animal into cannibal just make sure you get us all with your cannonball asshole, then invite us in for dinner with your god, don't leave us in the cold, I wanna meet the god that told you it was alright, you could kill us all, who should we thank for this fate, thanks but no thanks, we could still be welcome anyways, and welcome to stay, come and go as long as we please oh you, so pollite with your hospitality, olive branch and apology W W W W W Welcome

Bottles and Cans bottles and cans clap your hands kick this beat loud, like it's goin out of style everyone alive's heart beat is goin wild, so tonight we gunna party like tomorrow we'll be zombies word to the wise, first to the prize, isn't always first prize, or the first to find, the alternative suprise, twist ending that hides, encrypted on your special edition laser disc drive, in it's shiny metal packaging, why'd you pack around that thing it weighs a frikkin ton, and we got no electricity to run it, here's a pair of scissors, to run with. now we've gone and done it. Dammit bottles and cans clap your hands kick this beat loud, like it's goin out of style everyone alive's heart beat is goin wild, so tonight we gunna party like tomorrow we'll be zombies bottle it, can it the people causin damage the planet this barren waste land is ours to live with, we brought it on ourselves when we thought about ourselves, and this 'Whodunnit movie' isn't hard to figure out. Owch, that forked tongue's sharp as you're scissorin the words comin out of my mouth, via word of mouth. Worlds apar, with 2 cans and a string, insisting you sing like a bird in the sky, word to the wise, shut the hell up and use your eyes sometimes, nice guys DO finish first, if they're writin in the first hand, in a story they're involved in, solvin all the worlds' problems. this barren wasteland needs entertainers bad, cuz once the danger's passed, you maybe wanna laugh again, break em back in with that kettle drum, I wish, more like 5 gallon bucket and some sticks, bring em back in with the boom of the bassdrum, gunshy-thunderclap-phase one, radiation poison the last laugh, that the last human being ever had was a blast, followed by a flash, you may have kicked the bucket, but instead I kicked the can, I got an open bottle on the other hand, with a secret message in it, this one contradicts our only option, a sobering experience, through the whole Apocalypse. Take me to your leader, I'll run the search and siezure, we'll take you to your maker when the vocals hit the speakers, the bottles hit the cans, and the cans hit the tweeters, the highest frequencies hit the cielings in the bleachers, and causes your synapses to react and fire faster, a chemical concoction that's reactin to the clock that's bio-logic, your body doesn't mind it's, hypnotized inside the rhythm of the music I'm presenting-I get it ..to the rhythm of the... ...the rhythm of the... Duck..to the rhythm of the cover ... the rhythm of the... duck cover clap to the rhythm of the.

Fill in the blank. with whatever image sticks to the brain, even if it's sick 'n' twisted derranged, well manicured with its perfect attitude and posture, the perfect imposter, what've we got here? a magic mirror, where the spirit within tells you 'who's prettier' uh uh, that's a regular mirror where inside could be uglier than the exterior paper or plastic attachments, enhancements, that could never change anything but the surface inside it just worsens maybe you should fill in that blank with a brand new purpose, instead of a fake face pseudo person take it to the bank and then, ask if it was worth it, fill it in with thanks, just to see what happens, when this planet collapses, just don't act suprised if you get blamed for it I unna keep it up til the earths worn down. I'm unna fill the blank til the ink runs out. I'm unna keep playin til the clock it runs down. down. down. down. I'm unna keep goin til the Earth's sold out fill in the blank with a purpose fill in this gap, to the surface, keep fillin it up, until it's worthless, I'm sure we earned this burn, like a furnace in turn, this earn of ashes, matches the burden of way back when, revolution happened. it started when the profit, out weighed the waste, it discarded, and the margins, lack of losses, happened, to accent the actions, of all those involved, and the market, just got the ball rolling, enterprising society, just started growing, all by it's self, with everybodies help, BLOWIN, Goin Supernova-click! like the phone hangs up, quick! hit the road, as soon as your tire's all blown up the squeeky wheel always gets the biggest cut. we hope you've enjoyed this product cuz it's gotten to the point where it's caught up with us, and we can't just 1-2-3 not it! this time, are we comin close to the close of human evolution, continuation on this path of plastic parts and poison, passion of the art of passin the buck, has become a crutch, when we can't admit when we're fuckin up, but we gotta suck it up, cuz if we don't it's the end of us, and the blank we filled will have killed us, simply cuz the empty space drives us nuts, so here's a pat on the pack, and a 'good luck with that'

Stop Motion help me. Let me catch my breath, I'm runnin out of air, way up here, in our atmosphere, life support keeps failin' us, systems all down, and my air supply is runnin out. I rely on S.O.S., radio and microphone I speak in, even if my hope is fading fast, my energy won't last, it's a last ditch effort, to grasp, at the very last breath that, I'm ever gunna have the chance to get, so why not let me have it? I'd never try to take away from you, your only point of view, acute. obtuse. absurd. it's a miricle I'm even here, dyin in our atmosphere, treading where we fear, on the edge of this endangered sphere-ical object, beer goggles got it, obnoxious thought process, but I caught em packin extra oxygen in boxes, like Bosses, and packin extra heat while this ship falls to pieces, and man's greatest feat, defeats me. I wanna stay PC real bad, but everything I wanna say's eventually gunna piss somebody off I can't defend anothers dying wish, when their birthday candle's lit, then it's out like swish, from existence. the end is always near, a hundred years, simply just a drop in the bucket of tears, and the trail falls short, on the path to enlightenment, tho the light that's guiding me, is always shining down inspiring. why not let me follow it, kinda like the Will-o-whisps, bellow as the sirens whisper toxic oxygen into the atmosphere, deep into the chambers of our inner ears never speaking of these subtle things we, hear of, seem to fear and, always steer clear of, that magic mirror always told us that we were number 1, and the tragedy we'd written for ourselves, would've bored us so much, we'da never made the final cut. back to the basics, in a guessing game, with that ace on your forehead, and everyone is bored of. shame cuz the box says that everyone'll have a ton of fun at your expence so come one and all walk, run, crawl, think outside the Cracker Jack, and witness the box, drop the ball better stop that rock and roll, not a chance on your life, you can dance if you like, cuz I'm bringin on this heat like I'm on fire, in a fire fight, chasin fireflies, like they inspired me to fly, now I'm stuck here, spectator from a tiny speck in the sky, what a wicked bite of irony, feelin so dissatisfied, like the planet Earth abandoned me before I died, I deserve to have my pity party outside, I'm the only one that I invited, so I've earned the right to cry if I wanna, I'm the one about to die on ya alone if I do say so myself, and my inner voice is still just tryin to help unselfish prick I thought existed in a vortex, I'll jettison his wisdom and the hope that he brings with 'em he's alone, and he's gunna die alone, came into life alone, so it's only right hope you like yourself enough to spend a little time, cuz ever since your birth you been dyin, by yourself, probably much love on the outside, hope it hits the inner, and I hope that voice inside it helps you center yourself, stay away from the sins, they're bad for your health, and your psyche doesn't like it in the slightest. (oh well) re mix this and take apart my wisdom, decipher metaphores and plug em into situations you're involved in, un resolved issues, dissolvin in the infinite, decide if they're legitimate enough to put your faith in find out if I'm fakin it or not, put my wisdom in the spot, beam me up like Mr. Spock, excuse me, it was Scotty I spit it out like Shatner, back when he was captain of the ship, before it sucked him in, admit it, you're seekin ways to try and contradict this.... insert laugh track here, cuz we need a little light hearted humor, or hook to move it forward. Now we've gone and lost our listeners short attention span wish I had a brush, to paint a bigger picture than the one you got, pre existing in your thoughts locked and loaded, cocked and ready, before the shot exploded from the starting gun, run human run there's a Dragon on your tail, nippin at your heels, grippin at your neck and dressed like death twist these metaphores like mangled steel, around a broken soul, around a fractured ego, and relatively heavy set of baggage, I drag it like guilt, everywhere I've ever gone, apologies to everyone I've ever wronged, sorry that it had to be assimilated, as a simile or metaphor inside a song but, I bet you're glad I'm gone, moving on December 21st 2012 today's the day that I finally forgive myself leave a wide birth, cuz I judge myself harder, than anybody ever will so I'm screamin into silent space frustrated, with nuthin but this subtle S.O.S. signal.... fading...

N'T it doesn't really matter what we do, doesn't really matter, doesn't matter what we do be cuz, if it really mattered what we did, the wicked wouldn't get ahead and karma wouldn't be a bunch of punishment for advocating gratitude for the rest of us kids still, tryin to get ahead by tryin to keep it honest all the time, honest I'm, honestly, not the kind of guy that's constantly, tryin ta change a persons mind, by tryin ta change the image in their minds eye, with lies, implied, from inside, where the dark side resides and hides out of sight and mind, in fact, that just wouldn't be right, and my soul wouldn't like it, I'd rather take my time with the long view, in the big picture, cuz it really doesn't matter what we do... wait a. minute. Long winded cynic, are we finished? we're scattered like dust to the wind, with the right amount of light. touch. in pessimism and forgiveness, so give in, to where my skepticism wrecks my perfect inner vision and affects the perfect rhythm, get to where we couldn't get a thought in edgewise, and the decimal would move him, instead he'd move the pen in the opposite direction, reguardless of the method, he'd forget to mention that he's too afraid to live, but too afraid to die so should it really matter what we do, it shouldn't really matter but it couldn't really hurt us if we had a better attitude, to navigate us through the dark into the lighter side to gravitate to lower tides, so tiring when we try to take the high road all the time and we find, that we just climbed, a relentless steady incline, to the sky to remind us why we, try to get a head with this brand new method, just invented, it's called first person perspective, doesn't always work the same in practice, as in theory, fact is, couldn't be said more clearly in HD TV 3D indeed it seems we need more space, to think selfishly. help me, help you, help me help myself with this self help magazine and some elbow grease, set your brain free, from this brain freeze, we'll get it clean with this brainwash, shouldn't take too aweful long, by the epilogue and long run, we'll get this knowledge all gone, by the time this song's done like, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind 'n' you can get along with your life, and realize... that it doesN'T really matter what we do.

Balloonica I'm thinkin maybe, it's time to resurrect the pen again. Before the boredom sets in, and if I'm lucky, I'll stand out like hot pink, and y'all can spit philosophies about me over a cup of hot coffee.. if this glass is half empty, then get a smaller cup, or try to top it off with poison, and see where that'll get'cha, with a half cocked disposition, in position, and ready for insertion 'cuz the dickheads, they deserve it from their center to their surface, we'll pierce this holy orface with a face down approach, in hope for some affection, while the preacher seeks your reach around for pennies in acceptance for your penis.. pennance...dammit...pennance well, if our creator says nothin I'll assume it's ok, as we assume the position, been assuming an aweful lot these days...n we're consuming....alot 'n' hey, you're startin to sound like it's locked, thanks a lot but It's not. this beat is so hot, but your philosophy is off. Thank you for your input to this song, I'm sorry but you're wrong, I'd hate to disagree on your behalf but you were gone, and I'm happy that you're back, and I'm happy that you're stronger on your own... OH THIS BEAT IS SO HOT, BUT I BELIEVE THAT YOUR PHILOSOPHY IS OFF... OH THIS BEAT IS SO HOT, BUT I BELIEVE THAT YOUR PHILOSOPHY IS OFF...wait. let me get a second opinion, my method's in question, is my only weakness. I'm bettin that my ego doesn't know what to do next, if I'm bein honest with my natural progression. I guess I'd have to mention that agression makes me nervous, and at, any given time, I'm a nervous wreck always second guessing, unless it comes to obvious decisions that I'm makin, obviously givin more away than I intended...my breath, it ascends me, takes away these insecurities and puts my mind at ease. It could be a miricle I'm still alive sometimes-underlying messages'll be the death of me. That's why I... gotta take a second, take a deeper breath'n, let the negativity roll off my neck'n the shoulder tension I been gettin is connected to this loss of sleep, feelings and these worries I been havin, I never would've seen without your opposition ..I guess we all learn from all kinds of different situations... ...like a real education... so I guess I'd have to thank you... even if you hate me. it's time to resurrect the pen again... this pen is mightier, than the well of ink, that you dip it in...is, and the scriptures been flipped so many times, that the copies lose their luster. words don't cut the mustard. the profit stops and no one else can cash it in, and their dastardly plan to, capture my flag is workin, I've tried to let the cat out of the bag, but when, no one else was lookin...the monsters in my head are in the darkness lurking. looking like lost prophets, crazy with passion, but couldn't captivate an audience, or capture their attention span, that's shortened into shorthand. The only thing that patience inspires, boredom. I'd buy into some of your wisdom but can't afford it maybe I could find the files 'n' download 'em all as torrents, you can only sue me, if you already have the money, nah, just pay me in street credit, instead of actual currency...

begiEND. 2011, year of the Rabbit, run rampant-ravaged-run scared, run rabbit run towards the year, of the Dragon 2012, and we'll see what happens, tho I think I know, and it can't be captured, in pointless banter, or a perfect little package, I guess I'll see you, the year after-in the future, the year of the Snake and if we live I'll burn myself out, in 2013, makin albums or mistakes, cuz this is me without you, tellin me what to do makin infinite promises to, that I intend to keep, eventually through the other incarnations of me. I promise to always be no one, you won't recognize me, in the songs you sing, cuz I can bring the fire, I can bring the rain, I could make the rabbit run rampant through the streets, 2013, I'm unna make a big scene. I'm gunna shove it in your face and make you see it.....finally we all live forever in the end so I guess it doesn't matter, this mortal coil spirals onward, and downward forever, we all live forever in the end so I guess it doesn't matter, this mortal coil spirals onward, and downward forever, 2011, year of the Cat, backwards, under certain standards and practices still fits in some instances, and the difference is, drastic, dramatic, a significant fact, supports it at it's origin, and I lose interest in this stimulating arguement, there's hardly a case for the side, with the taste of blood, for the other one the predator sits, patiently, waiting in the darkness, for the perfect moment, to own it, to grab this microphone and take it over, to strike and take it's prey, shake it loose from this coil, it's nature's way, and it works in perfect rhythm, without us interfering with Religion, or Evolution, cuz, I can bring the fire I can bring the rain, televise this revolutionary change, the game's gettin different learn to play, the Earth's comin close to the edge, so please step away we all live forever in the end so I guess it doesn't matter, this mortal coil spirals onward, and downward forever, we all live forever in the end so I guess it doesn't matter, this mortal coil spirals onward, and downward forever.

Sink or Swim if we think too deep will we sink, deep into the darkest, deepest abyss, would you recognize this song and, would you have the time to sing along? hey? whos the fisherman here? me, oh, that's a relief need a Fishermans Friend just to breathe, no tricks up these sleeves, this is an emergency, broadcast test of your belief system, leave the system, before the system leaves me first, be the system, that systematically attacks, with no tact, fishin' tackle, well no fish are bitin' while there's strings attached, and the line's not invisible enough, to catch, or release, at least, row, row, row your boat, upstream, before they hatch, but not this batch, if history has taught us anything, it's shown us that we're weak, and we follow like sheep, even when we sleep, and we'll keep on thinkin too deep, til we sink so low, that we're the ones wearin sheeps' clothes if we think too deep will we sink, deep into the darkest, deepest abyss, would you recognize this song and, would you have the time to sing along? Sink or swim, let me think for a minute, mum's the word, when it comes to her or him, but the sharks don't mind choosin who gets to play devils admin, cuz, all the advocates are out on vacation, and they're stayin, put their 2 weeks notices in, I really didn't pay attention to them, slippin out the door, especially since, I had, like, no reason to notice 'em before. is it already the season, to pretend to care, about the interior, of our fellow human beings on this planet which we share, but nobody else, seems to feel the need, to express themselves emotionally, with no chance to share those emotional feelings, now that, is the real missing link in the chain, if we think real hard, we might be able to remember back before all of this started. if we think too deep will we sink, deep into the darkest, deepest abyss, would you recognize this song and, would you have the time to sing along?

Mixed Messages I'm hip, to the trip, to tha Glitch, to the tempo click, to the non stop... Hop to the rhythm of the snare, and the rhythm of the kick, and the rhythm of the... get 'em on the floor quick, if it moves, you, you gotta dance like you got a pair to lose, dance like you got an attitude, and an ample avenue to travel as the other shoe drops to the ground, my path is this tune and it moves like it needs to, 'n' if you're shootin from the hip and not the heart, could never call it anything but what it ISN"T, Art even if you dissagree with the process, that brought it to exist, it could never let you down, like it has in the past, cuz an artists life is tragic, the hardest life is adequate for such a tortured soul, and we still have such a long, (long) way to go. I see you chose the most difficult road, the scenic route is seeded, then it sprouts and digs it's feet in, by the roots and proves it's meaning, for the reason behind everything, it's aweful inspiring, countin digits in the ditch, 'n' wishin we could get a lift, the rest of the distance. The road less traveled, isn't paved, it could take all day to get one millionth of the way, to those frockin pearly gates 'n' I know, that I'm just bein wierd, but paranoia's got me countin all these issues of obsessive compulsive methods, that'r messin with my mind with mixed messages, and got me askin questions. See, I told you I was hip as shit, come to grips, gotta keep on focusin the mind through this magnifying prism til this fire cracker's lit, and the rhythm's got it's finger on the populations pulse, kiddin you're all too frickin serious, admittin that I got my imperfections seems to be a better method for collectin all these answers I been gettin for these questions I been askin.. forever. cuz I know, that I'm just bein wierd, but paranoia's got me countin all these issues of obsessive compulsive methods, that'r messin with my mind with mixed messages, and got me askin questions.

Along for the Ride Here... take this pill quick, with NO questions asked, and your greatness, won't ever be attacked, unless, of course, your inner spirit lacks the confidence inside your actions... ...Imagine what would happen, if you unleashed the Cracken, the Dragon That Mr. Hyde inside of all of us that's hidin, he's tryin to get a rise, when the perfect timing's right, and the planets'll align, the Mayans had it right, when they got all tired of writing and deciphering the times, and decided to abandon it and go outside instead enjoy those moments of their lives, they were missing, as they archived this futures' history, and it went by slowly waving, this slow motion parade is amazing, while memories are fading fast, we try to basque and savor in the atmosphere, try to captivate this moment as we feel it happening, inhabiting our lives in every cubic inch of time that passes us by, I'm just here for the ride, I hope we have the time of our lives, with luck on our sides, I wish you all the best, in your journey to the end, everybody's path is different, and the destination never changes, this ether's ever changin, consistently constant there's always gunna be a negative and then a positive, cuz negative, isn't always negative, it's there to counterbalance it, and isn't always bad. I'm just here for the ride, I hope we have the time of our lives, with luck on our sides, I wish you all the best, in your journey to the end, everybody's path is different, and the destination never changes, we've been doing this for ages, the same routine, runnin circles, in the swirls, of this whirlpool, underneath this waterfall, and this cool well of knowledge is, flowin through us all I'm just here for the ride, I hope we have the time of our lives, with luck on our sides, I wish you all the best, in your journey to the end, everybody's path is different, and the destination never changes... So, you made it to the show, you graced us with your presenc, but now you gotta go, you did us all a favor, and showed up, but you can thank me later, this pill is kickin in and I've been waitin, for ages, a catalyst for patience, wearing very thin, cuz my expectation's greater than my faith has ever been, I expect the best, for my family and friends, But I know this world's crazy, as it spins up on it's axis, practicin it's backflips, and ready for the change, the collapsin planet happened back when humans intervened, like nature worked perfect, a natural preservative, organic to the core, before organic was a word, extremely accurately placed symantics, manipulate the masses, to try to control their actions, long before the path of this planet, collapses, inevitable end to a very short existence, we won't be missed much, and though we may have resisted, won't ever get the chance to mess this planet up again, it's a blessing in disguise, I'm just messing with you guys, I'm along for the ride, and been here a long time...

the Big Boom Show Big-bada boom theory, there ain't no need to worry, the Universe expires in 2013 thanks for noticin and pointin out this short lived eternity, we're all eternally grateful for, but still stuck swirling, towards the center, of this giant sink hole, think small, this universe is no longer single, but slowly, co mingled with the empty space, create another single cell, like living tissue, down a spiral, where a tiny fraction of this fractile, can't be seen without a telescope, starin directly to the sun'll breed the best results, let the records show, there's not a single thing, more inspiring than nothing, if somethin comes up, you'll be the first of us to know, be cause it'll be happening to all of us so... We're gunna rock this....(BIG BOOM SHOW) ...and we're not gunna stop til we've LOST control...(BIG BOOM!) stay tuned for the fire in the hole, the crowd's so hyped that they're screamin out for more. We gunna rock this...(BIG BOOM SHOW) ...and we're not gunna stop til we've GOT control (BIG BOOM!) stay tuned for the fire in the sky, but the satellites live, and the revolution's violent. nevermind, I'm speakin out of line, I wouldn't waste your time but, this is quite important, sort of sorted through the facts and I'm bored, it's a joke, that we find our mediocre lives, borderline important, I'm customer service for the good guys, as a representative, of the winning side, we let you decide, whose curttails, you'd like to ride, as we rise, so much shining faith, in that god in the sky, here we are, Armageddon, just as you described it, hell on Earth, reguardless of it's form, or faith, you wouldn't recognize the truth, if it landed on your face here's the proof, poisoning your prescious chardonnay, I could hardly see clearly anyways, double vision in that shoulder devils anthem, ridin tandem with the maker, Satan ridin on the side. big, bada boom theory... it all started, in the pools of infinity, and now it seems to have a, very ugly ending, not so pretty, no one could predict it with a precognitive gift, when this waterdrop will drip, to the bottom of this bucket and precious life'll follow it, anywhere it goes, cuz it brings a certain magic, anywhere it goes, life'll gravitate to it. We're gunna rock this....(BIG BOOM SHOW) ...and we're not gunna stop til we've LOST control... (BIG BOOM!) stay tuned for the fire in the hole, cuz the crowd's so hyped that they're screamin out for more. We gunna rock this...(BIG BOOM SHOW) ...and we're not gunna stop til we've GOT control (BIG BOOM!) stay tuned for the fire in the sky, but the satellites live, and the revolution's violent. Big Boom!

the Ghosts of Midnights' Past When the Ghosts come home to roost, from their posts in the netherworld, they come back to their roots to relax, no rest for the wicked tho, try to kick it back and tip it back fast, like a liquid antacid. hey that clock'll keep on ticking down, if you got an extra long neck, stick it out 'n' take a look around 'n' tell me if it's safe to bring the bigger guns out. there never was a better metaphor, before you were ever ready for it, or were ever born steady as she goes, shocked, as electric flow gotcha, the burden of the knowledge that we know is gunna haunt you, so you'd better mind your B's, but get your P's and Q's in order and erect for a triple letter score I bet the more and more I collect'll end up piles of regret, in the corner on the floor. there is no shortage of just how much one can horde, in order to get to perfect 10, how much stuff do we need, before perfection sets in, how much stuff do we need, to get us into Heaven? it's never enough, just keep collectin til your dead, then maybe... God'll resurrect you, and you'll get another chance to make a better first impression, impressive, impressed, I get it, the ego needs some wiggle room to try and make it better than your fellow bretheren, sisteren, leavin little room to make your own improvements, foolish, should try to fix your attitude, before it ruines you and you're left with uninvolvement, on the other hand it's better left alone remember how you liked to express, you were stronger on your own? I must confess, in this time of distress, our differences do not exist, simply because someone else suggested it. How we make amens to the dead, we pray for their safety, in their journey, to their destination, then bravely point away, we're afraid, not only of our death, but of any kind of change. How we ever plan to get ahead, livin in the past, followin the footsteps, of other men who are dead, in a hand written path and in hand to hand combat yet another metaphor mistaken, arm in arm, but without arms, everyday in conversation, all the way in, and through the generations til that script that's written on parchment's ancient, history outdated. Thoughts inked on that little piece of paper, they bought and sold people for profit, or loss for example, what kind of logic, did the job back then, simply DOES NOT apply here right? I'm hopin for some change. that's why, you've never heard this song before or on this date and time.. tryin to find our way to your hearts, with a rhyme, but also lost our minds, tryin to connect with the people, in jest, it's just 20 guesses away, from a YES or NO question, buried deep inside the brain of, anyone who'd listen, consciously, objectively, pathetically enough, you're approval's needed badly, necessary to achieve the highest level of achievement, I can recieve, the gratification of knowing, I'm connectin with the masses, and reaching an understanding, even I could never fathom, and I'll keep reachin for the stars, even if it takes me til I'm dead to have one.....