werdz.
we chase the sun so the dusk's never ending.
this westward pursuit, can't remember beginning.
if i just stop to catch my breath,
the sun returns to rise.
if i put faith in this rotation...
i might find my night time
brings brilliant surprise.
if it's the sun that's moving,
why are my legs so tired?
still we scream to the horizon,
"you can't quit cuz you're fired!"
spend my days in a daze.
leave the rest to the rest.
our kind confined to broken minds,
arise in time and awoken we'll shine.
even in the evenin'
i've been up since sun up,
and i'll be up til then.
so screw it, let's do it
play the same game again.
and whether it's clever,
we're in this endeavor,
which ends within never
and ends up wherever.
when we're one,
while we're well
then we won't wonder why.
as for unrested times,
well we've invested mine
in whatever together,
whenever we're high.
we love the things we haven't got and hate the ones who've got them
but if ever we lost our war to lose,
then would there be left
any victory but death
for you and me to want then?
at least this way we can lick our wounds and plead up to the sky
in the shape of his fist, impress your bruise
a swollen reason why.
you don't know where you're going, you only know i'm lost
you think you'll find your own place so long as our paths don't cross?
well that's okay, if i've lost my way
i don't mean to drag you down
but i am a compass, if you have a map
you'd be nice to have around
cuz even if there were a destination,
and you could get there on your own...
i'd rather be lost,
...if that's the cost
than to find myself all alone.
I can think this through my way...
but can I think my way through this?
I'm taking you pictures, it seems
of things you could look at yourself
I'm a blind man with a camera
trying to use it as proof of my 'vision'
but if seeing's believing
then you won't be needing
all my citations of sight
you still won't see through the dark
if I call it "the absence of light"
SO NOW I'M CONCEDING
IT'S ME I'M DECEIVING
AT LEAST INTO THINKING YOU CARE
BUT I'M GLAD NO ONE'S LOOKING
NOW I DON'T HAVE TO HIDE
THIS PRETENSE OF PRIDE
WHEN WE'RE ALL IN THE DARK
THEN THE ONE WHO IS BLIND
SHOULDN'T MAKE YOU FEEL QUITE SO AWARE
if i'd never been wrong,
i'd never know the rapture of revelation
of which you've been deprived
something you can't figure out
it's the privilege of discovery,
not the promise of delivery
i never paid mind to the boundaries
til you mapped out where to heed them
i'd never have cared to cross the line
without having been shown
where else i could go
new states for me to be in
before I opened my eyes
to the unopened side,
the grass here was green enough
but the color hasn't changed as much
as the words we use like "green" and such
in terms of what they mean to us
so now we're aware of the lines that we've drawn
will we still feel them here when the ink is all gone?
when i'm drawing too close, let the margin move on
for a blurred line in focus
is clearly undone.
can't seem to see what i mean today
silent screams in my dreams
come from nothing to say
but i'm not afraid that i won't be heard
just scared to find fear might be only a word
i only feel for you when you feel things i've felt
like anger at those who think pity can help
i feel bad for you like everyone should
yet my proper emotion serves to make me feel good
if giving and guilty are one and the same,
i hope modesty & apathy will earn me my fame
give up aspirations, so i don't have to want
my humble indifference is what i have to flaunt
winners and losers are really the same
'cept losers deny even playing the game
but winners can't win with no one to beat
see, i'm better than you because i don't compete
everything somehow works out in the end
so if something's not working, then now can't be then
but i'm still working on it so i can feel needed
i'll find i feel useless when i've finally succeeded
and thus it's the winner who's truly defeated
i found freedom from need, and believe me, i need it
