There's Gonna Be a Revolution, Baby Nobody understands me
Nobody is capable
Some people understand certain aspects of me
But nobody understands me in full
My nature is introversion
Not to be confused with depression
Just because I live in a world of my own
Doesn't mean I am suicidal
I live in a world of my own because I am happy there
I have learned to take reality
With a grain of salt
You think I don't understand the ways of the world
I understand the ways but I don't wish to follow
Reality is just so fake
Stupid regulations, so pointless, so hollow
They say ya gotta wear a suit to an interview
But I don't want to
Suits are for businessmen,
Those who argue over money
A lifeless, meaningless, harmful thing
That is the central force of reality
I take money with a grain of salt
It is something, at the moment, I need to survive
But one day I will learn to live
Beyond and above your laws
I don't like to wear suits
If you won't hire me cuz I won't wear a suit
Then I don't wanna work for you
I will not conform myself to you
Conforming is not what I do
All I know how to do is to be
All I know how to be is me
If this causes problems
(which of course it does)
I don't give a fuck
I can't help it that I am an individual
I don't wish to be under your control
All the people of the world
Combine themselves into one entity
No more individuality,
Just mindless herds of sheep
Conformed
All those, like me, who don't obey
Our society's shepherding call
Slowly but surely, we are cast away
Put on the lists of the CIA
Watched, and then killed
In the name of the safety of the world
Perhaps individuality is a threat to your world
Granted... but your world must be threatened
Your world is a world that I do not like
I am physically a part of it
But mentally? Ahh... not so sure
I have my own mental world
That none of you are able to participate in
You aren't able to look inside your head
And see the wonderful world that lies within
Because I am different from your herd
Because I let the wonder of my self
Shine
My mentality illuminating my physical existence
You are afraid of me, because you can't see
Can't grasp the truth I behold
It is obvious you don't understand me
I am naturally high, because I see wonder
I don't use drugs; they are artificial
They make you physically high
But my high is completely mental

Inflicted on me by myself,
Not harming my health
Cuz it's all myself...
Ooh, look at that pretty light outside?
In the clouds? Do you see it?
Well, you see the clouds...
But you don't grasp what I refer to...
I mean the life, the living, the existence
Of each little thing, the divinity of each little thing
Not just humans, or animals, or plants... everything
Every last brick of every last building
Every last molecule in the sky
No I'm not high!
I'm not smoking up right now
Or anything like that
This is just the way I am
You don't accept that somebody could be
Like the way I am
Without drugs and physical mind-warp
But I am the way I am
So different, and so enlightened
Out of my own accord, out of my own doing
Not of any drugs, like you assume
And that this is what you assume
Shows that you do not understand
Ahh it's getting brighter outside now
Every time I express
Every time I create
The whole entire world illuminates
Nobody's ever gonna read this entire thing
Nobody will ever be capable of understanding
My words well enough
To find enough interest
To continue to read
Such a pity...
But I create anyway
If you are too foolish to pleasure in my creation
It doesn't matter to me
I create not for your sake
I create cuz it's what I like to do
Creative is the way I am
Creativity is something that isn't fostered
My school never taught me how to express myself
We would write essays...
They taught me how to express their own self
The self of society...
But I have something of my own to express
Do you care to hear it?
Or is it beyond you?
Music is a beautiful thing
It has no physical existence, it don't
It's not tangible
But yet is moves me so
It enlightens me
It gets me high
I'm not talking about the music on MTV
The backstreet boys, that isn't music
That isn't creativity right there
The backstreet boys are corporate produced
Their songs aren't for the purpose of art
Their songs are for the purpose of money
And you know how I feel about money...
Music is so much more real than money
Some of you are probably finding this funny
Listening to this crazy guy ramble on and on...
And you know what? That is funny
That music is more real than money
Why not let music control your reality, then?
If it's really so real... then how come it's controlled by money?
Don't quite add up, huh?
Why doesn't it add up, the math of your reality equation?
Maybe you shouldn't be calculating...
Math isn't any more real than money
Anything to which there's only one right answer
That isn't real; it's fascist, it's authoritarian
It's downright wrong, against all I hold dear
Maybe the reason your math doesn't add up
Is cuz your math is fake
Or maybe what your equation equals is fake...
You think that your money-run society is reality?
Nah... your world isn't the only reality
The world in my head is just as real as your world
My head is a world in which
Music, creation, anarchy, individuality
Are the central forces
It's a much more happier world
Than your money world
Less tangible, sure
But I don't like your tangible shit
Your money, it fucks everything up
I like to take your dollar bills
And scrawl on them in dark red ink
"you are not a slave"
And you aren't!
You are a human being! You have a mind of your own!
You don't need to submit... but yet you do
I mention anarchy being in control of my world
Well, the truth is, nothing is in control
My world is completely free of any authoritarian force
It is underlain with music, such amazing music
That the mere sound of it will bring tear to any human's eye
Will brighten the world, just as all true creation does
If my music is ever let out into the world
There's gonna be a revolution, baby
And you're all gonna see the light
But each light will be a different color
For each of the 6 billion people in this world
Colors that never existed before
Will come into your reality
And the robots of you all
The ones who have lost their soul
And their humanity
Will question: how could it be!
It defies my scientific theory!
But it can be, you'll see
Cuz your scientific theory is only so true
As the masses allow it to...
You can defy science
If your mind is applied
You can defy anything
So long as you don't defy yourself
When my soul is unleashed and bared unto the world
You will hear true music
Music to which money was never a matter
Music made by musicians not afraid to defy everything
Even if it meant nobody would ever ever listen
They did what they did for the sake of art
They lived for art
Not for money, not for reality
But for creation, and what they created
Is everything beautiful, in this world, or mine
Or the worlds that each of you possess but refuse to enter
Everything really alive is art
And upon the revolution
Your entire world will be art
All the colors that you see
Will be so beautiful and illuminated
That you too, everyone with a soul
Will be illuminated
Nobody will ever again want to kill
Because they'll realize
That killing a person is destroying art
They won't rape
Because they'll realize
That love isn't about power; it's about
Love for art, for humanity
For beauty
And not the beauty you see in anorexic magazines!
The beauty of humanity
The beauty of self
Of individuality
That is true beauty right there...
The beauty of peace
Peace with oneself
That is what beauty's all about
It ain't about starving yourself
It ain't about being insecure
It's about being your own person
Being yourself the way you are
Naturally
When the revolution comes
Anarchy will no longer be looked down upon
Government won't be needed
Taxation won't be needed
Because people will live without money
Police won't be needed, laws won't be needed
People will forge their own laws for themselves
No law will be binding on anyone but yourself
And their actions won't harm others, you see!
Because there will be no desire to do harm
Just a desire to live in harmony
With oneself, and with the world
That emanates from the individualism
That will be the underlying force of the world
The individualism from which derives
All music, written and performed by existence
For the reason of art, not money
From which derives all art
Art done by those who express themselves
But, take notice of the word themselves
They express accordingly to their own will
The will of others means nil
To the true artist
Individualism, from which derives all freedom
The freedom that will come
With the revolution
Prepare yourself
We're all gonna be free
From the government, from money, from society
From mathematics, from science, from conformity
From all the mind-controlling powers that be