
Incubus - Make Yourself

Privilege
Isn't it
strange that a gift could be an enemy? Isn't it weird that a privilege could
feel like a chore? Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere, maybe if we
looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor. (Find yourself a backdoor.) I see
you in line, dragging your feet you have my sympathy. The day you were born, you
were born free. That is your privilege. Isn't it strange that the man standing
in front of me doesn't have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's waiting for?
Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy. Maybe if I look in my heart I
could find a backdoor. (Find yourself a backdoor.) I see you in line, dragging
your feet you have my sympathy. The day you were born, you were born free. That
is your privilege.
Nowhere
Fast
Will I ever
get to where I'm going? Will I ever follow through with what I had planned. I
guess it's possible that I have been a bit distracted and the directions for me
are a lot less in demand. Will I ever get to where I'm going? If I do, will I
know when I am there? If the wind blew me in the right direction would I even
care? I would. I take a look around; it's evident the scene has changed. And
there are times when I feel improved upon the past. Then there are times when I
can't seem to understand at all and yes it seems as though I'm going nowhere...
really fucking fast.
Consequense
Blink and
you miss a beat. Keep one of your eyes open at all times. Think that you're on
the brink? The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan. Consequence you'll see
will be stranger than a gang of drunken mimes. Situation has a stink. Better
clear the air before your son becomes a man. Blink. Everything's been augmented,
you've been left so far behind. Think, for sure, next time you should wear a
pair of eyes in the back of your head. Consequence you've seen has been stranger
than sci-fi of any kind. Situation baffles me. I guess it's true you too are one
of the walking dead. You better think fast! Cause' you never know what's comin'
around the bend. You better not blink! For Consequence is a bigger word than you
think. It's bigger than you or me.
The
Warmth
I'd like to
close my eyes and go numb but there's a cold wind coming from the top of the
highest high-rise today. It's not a breeze cause' it blows hard. Yes and it
wants me to discard the humanity I know, watch the warmth blow away. Do you
think I should adhere to that pressing new frontier? And leave in my wake a
trail of fear(?) Or should I hold my head up high and throw a wrench and spokes
by leaving the air behind me clear? Don't let the world bring you down. Not
everyone here is that fucked up and cold. Remember why you came and while you're
alive experience the warmth before you grow old.
When
It Comes
It's comin'
around again they're letting it out again, again. It's comin' around again
they're letting it out again, again. When it comes, it comes abrupt. When it
feels, it feels like trading brains with an imbecile... for real. Yes I feel
emphatic about not being static and not buying philosophies that are sold to me,
at a steal. Just when you thought it was safe to think, in comes mental piracy!
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me. I wish they all would stop trying
cause' what I want and what I need, is and will always be free. It's comin'
around again they're letting it out again, again. It's comin' around again
they're letting it out again. When it comes, it comes unannounced. And it feels
like a matador is taunting me with his reddest red cloth and I am the bull. Yes
I feel emphatic about not being static and not eating the bullshit that's being
fed to me no more... cause' now I'm full. Just when you thought it was safe to
think in comes mental piracy! What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me. I wish
they all would stop trying, cause' what I want and what I need is and will
always be free.
Stellar
Meet me in
outer space. WE could spend the night; watch the earth come up. I've grown tired
of that place; won't you come with me? WE could start again. How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do. How do you do it? It's better than I ever knew. Meet me
in outer space. I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights. I need you
to see this place, it might be the only way that I can show you how it feels to
be inside of you. How do you do it? Make me feel like I do. How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew. You are stellar.
Make
Yourself
If I hadn't
made me, I would've been made somehow. If I hadn't assembled myself, I'dve
fallen apart by now. If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow. Powers
that be would have swallowed me up, but that's more than I can allow. If you let
them make you, they'll make you papier-mache. At a distance you're strong, until
the wind comes then you crumble and blow away. If you let them fuck you, there
will be no foreplay. But rest assured, they'll screw you complete til' your ass
is blue and grey. You should make amends with you. If only for better health.
But if you really want to live, why not try and Make Yourself? If I hadn't made
me, I'dve fallen apart by now. I won't let em' make me, it's more than I can
allow. So when I make me, I won't be papier-mache. And if I fuck me...I'll fuck
me in my own way. You should make amends with you. If only for better health.
But if you really want to live, why not try and Make Yourself? Make Yourself.
Drive
Sometimes, I
feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear. And I can't help but ask myself how
much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer. It's driven me before, and it
seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal. But lately I am beginning to find
that I should be the one behind the wheel. Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be
there with open arms and open eyes. So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one
of the hive will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive? It's driven
me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around. But lately
I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found. So whatever
tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeh. Would you kill
the Queen to crush the hive? Would you choose water over wine.... hold the wheel
and drive?
Clean
Today,
everything was fine. Until roundabout, quarter to nine, I suddenly found myself
in a bind. Was it something I said? Something I read and manifested that's
getting you down. Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in you
eye, I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried. Say what you will, say
what you mean. You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.
Tomorrow, what price will I pay? Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee
for two in bed? Would you then gimme the time of day? I need a map of your head,
translated into English so I can learn to not make you frown. You'd feel better
if you'd vent, put your frustrations into four letter words and let them out on
mine, the most weathered ears in town. Say what you will, say what you mean. You
could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.
I
Miss You
To see you
when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the
same as I do is a three-fold, utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't
explain. So would I be out of line if I said, I miss you.(?) I see your picture,
I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten
days, but already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again whether far or
soon. But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.
Pardon
Me
A decade
ago, I never thought I would be, at twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous
combustion. Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory; an ominous landscape of
never ending calamity. I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all
I can take and exploding seems like a definite possibility to me. So pardon me
while I burst into flames. I've had enough of the world and it's people's
mindless games. So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame. Pardon me,
pardon me....I'll never be the same. Not two days ago, I was having a look in a
book and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees. I said, "I can
relate," cause' lately I've been thinking of combustication as a welcomed
vacation from the burdens of the planet earth. Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the
perils of being in 3-D... and thinking so much differently. So pardon me while I
burst into flames. I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless
games. So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame. Pardon me, pardon
me....I'll never be the same.
Out
From Under
To resist is to piss in the wind. Anyone who does will end up smelling. Knowing this, why do I defy? Because my inner voice is yelling. There is a fist pressing against anyone who thinks something compelling. Our intuit we're taught to deny, and our soul we're told is for selling. Get out from under them resist and multiply! Get out from under precipice and see the sky! Get out from under them Resist, unlearn, defy! Get out from under precipice and see the sky!