I swear I'm not angry anymore,
I swear it's all just fine.
now you're not a part of me any more
than the angst that plagued my life.
I'm just at the point
where I'm wondering how to be part of you again.
to be part of the brethren,
a part of the clan.
but I'm finding it hard to see anything but
a faulty projection of a perfect man.
you all say one thing and do the other.
you all mislead, then run for cover.
don't we all say one thing and do the other?
don't we all mislead, then run for cover?
we all say one thing and do the other.
Track Name: White People
selfishness collides with opportunism rife,
while we alienate ourselves from the meaning of life.
hedonistic living, 'til the drips all stop dripping,
we're desensitised to wrong and right.
where are our heads?
they're all dead.
just like the clouds we've fouled.
rhetoric conceals truth in lies,
and we cannot seem to get past
the fallacy that we are
the only ones with a right to brighter times.
white people problems over humankind.
why are we living? enough already.
Track Name: St. Thomas
three sheets to the wind
and I'm bringing it up again.
purging myself of words, said over and over.
it's like they're all trapped in a brain that holds too much.
my mind is a space,
where there's a fight to the death
for room to move, and room to take breath.
I spend so much of myself
that I don't have anything left for anyone else.
and sometimes, I think I think too much.
but then I look to you and find that you're enough.
yes, you're enough.