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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...