Woorden: Radical Face. Faux Fur Coat.

(Hello? Hello? Oh. Can I get a mic check? Word up.)

An extension of oneself
Music from the cable that attaches the heart
Brain
Fingers
And eyelids
And words made entirely of musical notes
Dance between my ears and work their way out my mouth

The brain beats and clicks
A beautiful computer that is capable of making me cry
Laugh
Love
Hate
Yearn
Watch and learn
Gather information
To build my own defenses for this hostile environment

I can un-predict a thousand things in a day
Starting with the future and then moving on to better things
A holocaust handshake, I pitch it for impossible
Ignorant enough to handle bliss in its entirety

Computers come to life, a birth inside a monitor
Umbilical the plastic covering, gold and copper wiring
A sea of random numbers, a world of ones and zeroes
It's only been a day but I already miss the trees

A white on white room
A painting of a cityscape
Filling the hole
Of where a window would normally stand
A faux fur coat
Upon my shoulders
Void of any color or comfort
But they're all the same

There's a pattern painted up on my forehead
It goes red circle
White circle
Red circle
Rinse and repeat

A bottle filled with nothing but your childhood nightmares
Is gathering dust on the windowsill
I won't pull the stopper -- I promise!

If a picture's worth a thousand words
I've only got three photographs here in my notebook
And I've never been much of an optimist

So when life gives me lemons
I throw them at cars

A place to hang your hat, a better window
Dressing from the soul
My face inside of makeup
Get somebody for the hole in your heart
But these words are just dust in the wind
There one moment, gone the next
And followed by another set

A heart of gold never bleeds
An eye of glass never sees
An iron lung never breathes
So say hello to disease
You have to die to be free
You have to cry to believe
You have to lie to deceive
But wait a minute...

You have to do as you're told
So shut your mouth till you're old
And spend a day in the cold
And you'll regret what you sold
You have to mean what you say
They always say since the day
And if this song sounds apologetic
I apologize

I can un-predict a thousand things in a day
I can un-predict a thousand things in a day
I can un-predict a thousand things in a day
I can un-predict a thousand things in a day

But these words are just dust in the winds
But these words are just dust in the winds
But these words are just dust in the winds
But these words are just dust

A drift sad sucker on the side of the road
With a penny for a revolution that'll never come
A day to day life where you never feel guilty
And a cardboard sanctuary
"Comfy?"
Not really!

But I'm not a visionary
Hell, I can hardly see
But I'm blind enough to know appreciation when I see it
And I can never tell the story like I should
But I un-predicted that so it looks like I'm on my way