I am a blade of grass
One of many
My brothers are countless
And so are my enemies
I grew from seed
I am a blade of grass
One of many
My brothers come in

aware

I shoot my fix in with a metronome needle and now it's kicked in
It's not an addiction, I got a legitimate prescription
Only time I touch the ground is when I slip and fall down


one_space

She has a beautiful face
And no tattoos
Long hair that doesn't smell like cigarettes or booze
She's a virgin in forty-nine states
And she's not from Jersey, so she's feeli

detail_specific

Johnny found a penny on the ground when he was five
He stuck it in a empty coffee can and taped the lid shut
Slit the top and labeled it with masking tape: Free Money
Now he's g

another_world

Jersey
A twisted maze of interstates
Highways, industry, farmland and tidal waves
Halfway between New York and DC
London and Cali
I can see the Philly skyline


conversation

I think it's time we had a little conversation
Me and you
I'm willing to admit it's overdue
See I'm feeling like life's animation
And these two-dimensional story-boards ar

desensitized_lyrics

Yo, remember when our biggest fear was Y2K?
'Cause we were ignorant, blind, and we liked it that way
Overseas conflicts share air time on 60 Minutes
With corporate sponsorships

senior_home_rhymes

Fairy tales, nursery rhymes, promises, and lies
Anything's better than real life sometimes

Click my heels and hope for better weather and sunshine
Hope my girl's cheating

12 bit_lifestyle

I'm on top
Of my business
So spare me your witness accounts
Of what I should do
Of what I should not
Of what I've become
How 'bout yourself?
Look at your

god

So I have a question
A question for those people who say they believe in God
Because to believe in God, you must have defined God
You must some idea of what you've chosen to bel

damocles

As we are bombarded by stimulus from the environment around us our senses numb
To the sound of war drums and the warning signs of what's to come down on us
We're already dead, already

prodigal_tots

For me music's a narcotic
Beyond the healing power of antibiotics and hypnotics
Watch me push my products
To the prodigal tots
Grow them up to methodical robots
Prou

headaches

I can't sleep without drugs
I toss and turn too much
Bad dreams and such disrupt my peace
So tired that I can't function
Hallucinations chanting something
Every line