I spend my nights alone with shapes The squares stay up much too late Sayin, "What if we were circles? Now wouldn't that be great!" And the circle says, "See that's the thing, Not even I am ever satisfied!" But the circle couldn't prove a point Not even if he tried And the triangles they don't talk much Out of fear of being rude So they just nod to certain comments Like it's what they're forced to do And when this night of ours exhausts By the time our dialogue is through We realize we're flat and boring man We just wish we all were cubes Groove
And I'm a long ways from home
The walls are speaking Their heavy breathing Is always keeping me awake when I'm sleeping And the floors fall apart The beating of it's heart Will stop and then start And the walls call this art See the walls and the floor Are always at war Which just causes more Between the ceiling and doors And the windows get caught In the crossfire of shots From the battles they've fought So the wood starts to rot Now they're all dieing or dead They just lie there instead Of rocking my bed Or pounding my head And the silence is nice But to my own surprise This room without nightlife Just won't suffice But that's life
Life, when you're a long ways from home And I'm a long ways from home
I clawed grit with grodey fingernails I sawed limbs with just dull shoulder blades Mistook my rusty spade for my trusty spade But it dug the earth all the same
We'll find we are all the same And to the shape shifter goes the spoils for he blends So well
Since I turned twenty I've been rotting in my body cage Hiding and discussing all the fuss I find in nowadays The circle says well boy there's gotta be a better way But there is no better way No! There is no better way And these talks alone they will elude like the lucid dream Where polygons and anthropoids can live in geometric harmony
The patterns in my brainwaves keep me warm when there is no solid flesh to fill my empty sheets I wake up rotten in my body cage