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Don't feel like home...he's a little out.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs...it's home.
One uninvited chromosome...a blanket like the ozone.
It's nothing as it seems. All that he needs...it's home.
Saving up a sunny day...something maybe two-tone.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs...it's home. TOP
All in all, it's no one's fault.
The full moon is dead skin,
Bombs dropping down overhead, underground.
"Turn the jukebox up," he said,
The plates began to shift,
Bombs dropping down overhead, underground.
Feel like resonance of distance...
It's instilled to want to live. Bombs dropping down...
Nothing As It Seems
And all these words elope...it's nothing like your poem.
Putting in, inputting in...don't feel like methadone.
A scratching voice, all alone...is nothing like your baritone.
The little that he sees is nothing. He concedes...it's home.
The little that he frees is nothing, he believes...
Anything of his own...a chip off the cornerstone.
Who's kidding? Rainy day...a one way ticket headstone.
Occupations overthrown...a whisper through a megaphone...
The little that he sees is nothing. He concedes...it's home.
And all that he frees...a little bittersweet...it's home.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that you see...it's home.
Insignificance
Excuses turn to carbon walls.
Blame it all on chemical intercourse.
The swallowed seeds of arrogance
Breeding in the thoughts of ten
Thousand fools that fight irrelevance.
The one down here's wearing thin,
So set up the ten pins
As the human tide rolls in
Like a ball that's spinning...
It's instilled to want to live. The bombs dropping down...
Please forgive our home town in our insignificance.
Dancing in irreverance.
"Play C3...let the song protest."
Perfect lefts come rolling in.
I was alone and far away, hey...
When I heard the band start playin'.
On the lip...late take off.
It's instilled to want to live. The bombs dropping down...
Please forgive our own time in our insignificance.
In the blood...the iron lies...
Please forgive our own time in our insignificance.
Oh, in our insignificance....