Eighty-eight ways to build and destroy I dig my own grave. I carve my decoy. O. What should I be in this world so self-destructing O, what should I be in this world so self-constructing
Eighty-eight ways to build and destroy I fuel my decay. I trample my joy O, what should I be in this world so self-destructing O, what should I be in this world so self-constructing
Gravity and entropy They have it out inside of me
The hermit and the hero walk in parallel lines One with bow and arrow, the other bowed eyes In the house of mirrors Looking different but the same One pendulum swings from loving To and back from disdain
Eighty-eight ways to build and destroy I dig my own grave. I carve my decoy O, what should I be in this world so self-destructing O, What should I be in this world so self-constructing
Digital, binary system, ones and zeroes, dark Versus light Yin and yang, x and why, my mother and my father made me one night
In the beginning, a murky mass of hydrogen helium Voted to organize into higher elements Carbon nitrogen and oxygen, protons electrons collide
Digital, binary system, ones and zeroes, dark versus light Yin and yang, x and why, my mother and my father made me one night
Forbidden fruit rotting on the vine Forbidden fruit turning to wine. Intoxicating. Nakedly we lay in an ecstatic embrace, trying not to come too quickly One minute rise, plastic bagged lubricated safety tube
This is not a through street; one cannot pass here But where me and you meet to graze the divine pastures This is not a through street; one cannot pass here But run and jump with two feet And break through all the matter
Throw your body to the edge of crisis Paralysis is everywhere Throw your body to the edge of crisis Paradise is everywhere
Digital, binary system, ones and zeroes, dark versus light Yin and yang, x and why, my mother and my father In me still fight, in me unite.
There's a battleship parked in the river Reenacting, open doors, open arms then open fire There are mushroom clouds and machine-gunned copters descending In the snapcracklepop fizzle of the fireworks As they blast into the night air breathed in By innumerable passengers screaming "We are Number One "
Independence Day Our Freedom is won To choose our own way When to go, what's to come But with each tie we break There is sacrifice How many lives will it take ? How many loves just must die ?
There's a man I just met He hasn't kissed me yet He reminds me of someone else, only better But I'm made ou of wax, so easy to impress Am I melting too fast, dripping into your lips ? Because all my heroes have turned human this year Slinking 'round pool-tables, sinking into unflabled stupers Whispering into the night air or into some girl's hair " I am Number One "
Independence Day Our Freedom is won To choose our own way When to go, what's to come But with each tie we break There is sacrifice How many lives will it take ? How many loves just must die ?
There's a battleship parked in the Charles river Shooting off fireworks that light up the world, then fall in the water My love's next to me, head full of the next century And wandering whether there'll be a wedding tomorrow And the secret smoke signals in the aftermath of gunpowder Seem the most significant indication of what's to come
Independence Day Our Freedom is won To choose our own way When to go, what's to come But with each tie we break There is sacrifice How many lives will it take ? How many loves just must die ?
Once I was enslaved to a human being What to do today now that I'm free Merry me, merry me, merry me Is this how it feels to realize one's dreams
Once I was enslaved to a human being My mother, my lover. Next who will it be Marry me, marry me, marry me I'm happiest in pursuit of liberty
Once I was enslaved to a human being One half the saint and the other the villain Marry me, marry me, marry me Kiss the only hand there in emergency Marry me, marry me, marry me Kiss the only hand there 'til eternity
Once I was enslaved to a human being What to do today now that I'm free Merry me, merry me, merry me Is this how it feels to realize my dreams
Like a knife come to slit my ties to the past To all the things which bind me to the grave, you came You came in the morning after a long night You came in the morning after a dark night
I stared into the knife. to see if it would hurt me Threaten my life, use me and desert me To a decision, I came. I came in the morning after a long night I came in the morning after a dark night
I took the knife, slid it under my belt Was so surprised at the joy I felt To come out of the mourning, I Came I came out of the mourning after a long night I came out of the mourning after a dark night
Like a knife come to slit our ties to the past To all the things which bind us to the grave, we came We came in the morning alter a long night We came in the morning after a dark night
These are the growing pains Baby born, body must change These are the growing pains Skin and bone learn to replicate is to divide, destroy themselves towards a whole and greater health These are the growing pains Love is born, life must change These are the growing pains Skin and bone yearn to congregate They push and pull to meet and become one forge a frontier and a language common I've been heartbroken for a year and a day My adultery put my child to bed in shame She's not feeling well She won't come out to play All the other girls and boys they know what's best? forgive the past and live for the present These are the growing pains Nation born, nature must change These are the growing pains We came by boats, in hopes, in chains felled the forest for farm and firewoodand built a church on the hill to pray for the greater good These are the growing pains Country born, conscience must change These are the growing pains By gunpoint and penpoint the west was claimed as one man's burden another's manifest destiny with peace and justice divided unequally I've been heartbroken for a year and a day My adultery put my child to bed in shame She's not feeling well She won't come out to play All the other girls and boys they know what's best? forgive the past and live for the present These are the growing pains Love is born, life must change These are the growing pains the breakdown of the barricades There's fear and cowardice to be overcome by instinct, force and momentum -
