In this static, the potential is staggering
yet the resistance to move, the desire to stay
keeping things as they are has a comfort like addiction
change is the only action
In this static, the potential is staggering
yet the resistance to move, the desire to stay
keeping things as they are has a comfort like addiction
change is the only action
Perhaps the reason we’re here is no illusion
Perhaps we’ve adopted that scheme for excuses
Perhaps the answers are staring at us through a window
Perhaps the dogs were right all along
Perhaps the end is just the beginning
Perhaps time is not measured at all
Perhaps we’ve dreamed ourselves into oblivion
Perhaps there is no end to this world
Perhaps spite is a defense from foolishness
Perhaps longing is a way to manufacture a feeling
Perhaps the chaos is only a pattern
Perhaps existence is only interaction
Perhaps the reason we’re here is to achieve
Perhaps failure is another success
Perhaps the wires all connect to emotion
Perhaps the lines all cross the beginning
Perhaps…
We’ve been gamed out of the system
instead of square pegs in round holes
we’re falling through completely
Pixels replace sensations
and video conforms imagination
If all of the good ideas have been thought
what is there left to think about
We live in a world of widgets and wonder
dreams are embedded to our brains through the screen
and meanings have lost their words altogether
Communication is so pervasive
that no one listens at all
We wrap ourselves in assumption
and arrogant piety of knowledge
Wisdom is an ancient craft
Tradition is a passing fad
Soon there will be no reality at all
You insert your views
on my radio, television, internet, news
you insert your views
and I’ll insert my fist into the voting booth
You talk about racism like it ended twenty years ago
You talk about marriage as if you had personally penned the Pentateuch
You’re just a trash bag, collecting filth and leftover ideals
You’re just a relic from back when the Klu Klux Klan resembled an epitome of patriot
You insert your views
You insert your views
on my radio, television, internet, news
you insert your views
and I’ll insert my foot into your stupid cable news
This isn’t a game, we aren’t here just playing dominoes
This isn’t a game, there are real people behind those hate signs
This isn’t a game, just because you play talk radio host
This isn’t a game, but I’d bet you’d feel better left alone inside your playpen
Maybe you never played well with others
Maybe all of the other kids laughed at you too much
Maybe it was just that you have always had no real respect
For anything honest, anything worthwhile,
Anything that wasn’t your fictional entitlements
You insert your views
You insert your views
You insert your views
on my radio, television, internet, news
you insert your views
and I’ll insert my soaked pinky in your ear
I’m unaware of the worse unknown
the future or the past
I think sometimes the rain sounds like marching
and other times like the static in between stations
Today like yesterday and tomorrow
I’m searching
Trying to find my place
Trying to fit in
Trying to discover that connection from the past to the future
It’s like sifting in sand for a different colored grain
or lifting water from a basin with your fingers
New beginnings have the stain of memory
and change is a slow moving creature
No matter how fast you push or pull
No matter how deep you dig
There’s always something buried you won’t ever find
Until you decide to stop looking
i’m the problem in this equation
i think that’s been true from the beginning
what you never understood is that I don’t want to be put up with
even if it kills everything i meant to say
but you assume too much from my frustration
you think I have some issue with you or your frailty
i’m tired of being pushed out with time being bided
I don’t want to just listen to myself talk
and I don’t want to argue over what I’ve said or how
these days make me never want to speak at all
each day concern is increasing
wonderment fades over time like compassion
there have to be days and days without end
at this point one day ends without
when you want to work on whim
comes the wary
i need more than that brief moment
a many ways and means prevent apocalypse
but fuel for any fire is doubt
I didn’t try to make you give up
I didn’t try to make you do anything
I guess it’s true, the best advice
is the one I didn’t take
I’m confident in two outcomes
If you guess the worst will be the outcome
the worst will be the outcome.
And if I try to change that
you’ll just run away.
This is the broken cycle
My Tuesdays want to be Wednesdays
So my Thursdays can be Fridays
Everyday else should be Saturday