i'm frantically strumming
and I'm quietly shuffling
my fingers are fumbling
and voice so obviously quivering
trying to speak the words
the words that thousand folks said
so much better than I will ever say
but only feeling like there plastic
like silk roses, synthetic clothing.
I'm singin for everything I ever was
for everything i'll ever be
and cryptically telling you I'm nothing
I want to paint pictures with words
tell you that the freckles are eyelids
your skin stares at me and through me
I wanna tell you that highways and freeways
are filled with reds and with whites
with a subtle irony that they are the veins
of our nation, with each car a cell.
someday you'll know that the tv's a whore
and we actually pay for her shit?
that each star has exploded
and the images we see are the product
of an illiterate carnivore seeking for new blood
I'm starved little nation, fighting for peace
I'm a civil revolution rolled into a heart
how do I end this anyways?

Simple words like I, and ME
Are Drown out by the melody you sing
So quietly, I fall from the source
The vibration is clearly the gun
And I slip quickly in the firing line
Barely conscious, I smile in the dark
And kiss at jagged wooden splinters
Pausing to complete the electrical current
The synapse pauses to breathe
and I close my veins to slow the blood
Colors in these moments are
Blues, and greens and you's and Me's.
If I lunged for the air we breathe
and consumed with the zeal of a lion's grin
Don't be upset.
The blessing and dew that falls
That april morning will cleanse us all
My lines are clearly quivering...
Give me the doctor's dose
Double time people, double time.
I need these beats cause I have none of my own.