I'm a stuttering fool I'm just a tool with bad complexion But did I mention - I've lost my own attention I've been deprived of all my senses Shadows on the wall making faces Voices in my mind leaving traces in my life A simple four-sided cardboard stage with sock puppets and toothpick fences I'm tired of not having enough money to buy new lenses I've just been feeling...
So dense So tense So helpless and confused
My fuse is out and God is a noose And I'll hang from this rope until I choke And come back and haunt you as a ghost Ooh-ooh...(that's a ghost)
And the days go by And I'm still here, why am I here? And the days go by And I'm still here, why am I here?
And I'm still twiddling my thumbs Staring at the crumbs as the ants carry them along on their backs with my Legs crossed And a dumb look upon my face In lack of space I'm a disgrace Nothing more than a giant stain on this city Everyone is so greedy And I'm so needy We're all afraid of rejection, but I need attention 'Cause I'm the kind of person That's pretty on the inside But you'll have to get to know me Really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really (really) really really well (well...)
Listen to your conscious... But don't do what it says... Listen...
Listen to your conscious But don't do what it says Listen to your conscious But don't do what it says Listen to your conscious But don't do what it says Listen to your conscious But don't do what it says Listen to your conscious But don't do what it says Listen to your conscious But don't do what it says Listen to your conscious But don't do what it says Listen to your conscious But don't do what it says