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Who You Are
Come to send, not condescend.
Trampled moss on your souls.
Take me for a ride before we leave...
Circumstance...clapping hands.
And a little...
Just a little time before we leave.
Stop light plays its part,
See it happen to a couple of friends.
It's not your way. Not your way. It's not your way.
Another habit says it's in love with you.
It's not your way. Not your way. It's not your way.
Never thought you'd habit.
Never me. Never you. Never me.
Is there room for both of us? Both of us apart?
If you're the only one will I never be enough?
I swore I'd love you 'til the day I die...and beyond.
If you're the only one will I never be enough?
I sometimes realize I could only be as good as you'll let me.
Like I'm the only one in a race that can't be won.
TOP
Exponentially servin'...perpetually unnervin'...
Hormones firin' like a fifty foot Rodman.
Phontom pain in my brain,
Hormones firin' like a fifty foot Rodman.
Dennis Rodman:
Hormones firin' like a fifty foot Rodman.
(One two...One two...)
Know a man. His face seemed pulled and tense.
Said he'll see me on the flipside of this trip he's taking for a ride.
He's yet to come back...but I've seen his picture.
I wonder about his insides.
And now I rub my eyes, for he has returned.
And now he's home and we're laughing
Before his first step, he is off again.
TOP
The settling of my every step...
Every lift of my hand...
I'm a dead man walking.
The hammer that I once brought down
The hallways are all mocking me...
I'm a dead man walking.
Transcendental consequence is
To transcend where we are.
Who are we? Who we are.
Changes all...you're a part.
Seen it all, not at all.
Can't defend fucked up men.
Driving winds...happenstance.
Off the track, in the mud,
Past the moss in the aforementioned verse.
So I would say you've got a part.
What's your part? Who you are.
You are who, who you are.
Habit
Seen it happen and the message it sends.
Taking off for what's an obvious fall,
Just to see what all the fuss is about.
Another habit says it's long overdue.
Another habit like an unwanted friend.
I'm so happy with my righteous self.
Speaking as a child of the 90's...
Never thought you'd habit. 
Hail, Hail
Hail, Hail||Black, Red, Yellow
Hail, Hail
Are we bound out of obligation? Is that all we've got?
I get the words and then I get to thinking.
I don't want to think, I want to feel.
And how do I feel? How do I...
Hail hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love.
Are we going to the same place? If so, can I come?
It's egg rolling thick and heavy. All the past we carry.
I could be new. You underestimate me.
Hail hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love.
Are you woman enough to be my man? Bandaged hand in hand.
All hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love. Yeah.
If you're my only one...so good, you only one.
I want to be your one. Enough...you won...your one...your one.
Black, Red, Yellow
Vehicles swervin'...
The adjectives, they are all a blurrin'...
Freud walkin' the sidelines.
Clipboard...score on the brain.
Black magic, painted trees... makes me sane.
Please don't make me explain. Don't matter anyway.
It's all that's left of my leg.
Black and red and yellow...
Black and red and yellow...
Heard you repeat what you heard.
Me knowin' the truth, I cannot concur.
Please don't make me explain, doesn't matter anyway.
Hormones firin' like a fifty foot Rodman.
Please don't make me explain...
(Yo bro what's happenin'... what's happenin'...
I'm on the west, west side of, on the west coast.
Give me a jingle when you get in... wherever the fuck you at...)
Please don't make me explain. Doesn't fuckin' matter anyway.
Hormones firin' like a fifty foot Rodman.
Please don't make me explain...
Off He Goes
Off He Goes
||Dead Man
Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds.
So I approach with tact. Suggest that he should relax.
But he's always moving much too fast.
He's been taking too much on.
There he goes with his perfectly unkempt clothes...there he goes
It doesn't look the same up on the rack.
We go way back.
It's like his thoughts are too big for his size.
He's been taken where I don't know.
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope.
There he goes.
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned.
For he still smiles, and he's still strong.
Nothing's changed but the surrounding bullshit that has grown.
Like we always did my same old, same old friend.
Until a quarter to ten...I saw the strain creep in.
He seems distracted and I know just what is going to happen next.
Dead Man
Inching off of the earth...
Is magnified by the things I've done,
The thing that I've become.
Coffee cup, up and back...
Is magnified by the things I've done,
The things I've seen, the things I've caused...
Now hovers over me...
Casts a shadow...a cross unto me.
What I've become... they're all mocking me...
