I supply my own divide morality I dye everything shades of grey And nothing stays gold and everywhere I turn Another self gratifying glimpse of a lonely
I?ve been awake for hours, As I watch a sunrise come over nothing, While outside the cars start racing, Searching for something we could never seem to
I saw you lying on the ocean With your battleship next to me I'm not falling for your confusion Hateful staring back at me Its a WMD broken foreign policy
Orange asphalt meets with the dusk an acquaintance Becomes atmosphere When you're ready to retire you get off the bus Man you get the hell out of here
He said, "The white boy's visiting, the black man's here to stay" While my privilege showed like the chalk marks on display The fear is something new
Somethings rotten in the state of Denmark A broken home, who picks up the pieces Either way, Ophelia will cry So lick your lips and mend your hair This
I counted the holes that tore through Bastogne that day There were so many that we left them unbarried A 20 mile advancement on an allied front With
I was born but I forgot it, We left our marks in drying cement, Hey mister don?t you doubt it, I was born but I?ve seemed to forgot it. I was raised
Never thought I'd write about how I've fallen So insincere I might as well stab myself in the face Drag me kicking and screaming from this place These
Bonus Track The glob of cherry tips are dancing in the streets Left like the world where man and soul meet Well the clergy's left jobless, the judge
Condescender, Condescender, Chemical splendour, I surrender a promise to myself. I know a snake, I know a charmer, I know a selfish little boy, But
Blame the suits who lined their pockets with her tears, Blame the boys in the blindfolds covering their ears, Blame the magazines she read, Join the
And I cant wait to be back home on the plane To see my poor daughter to see my poor baby's face I've got the flashman in my sight I wonder if hes got
I can't seem to find my way Or too much on embracing a shadow Setting screen brings the dusk I remember Advertising the epic pretenders Struck gold Or
Sell us your open arms, are we ready to change? Galvanize them with a smile, Won?t you take away our pain? HOPE FOR SALE (participation may vary), I
You called it no mans land With machine guns blasting to hell I let my guard down and carried my heart so far away And in a letter sent, that I don't
Won't you meet me in the garden? Some call it eden, (We're) sharing roles You were tempted by the serpent man While I was busy on a cell phone closing
Well I'm a member of the generation Pentium mind post-Columbine kids we practice standing in line I could hear the whistles blowin' at the degree factory
