Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.
If you really want to live, why not try and make yourself?
If you let them make you, They'll make you paper mache. At a distance, you're strong, until the wind comes Then you crumble and blow away.
Meet me in outer space.
What I want, and what I need, is and will always be free.
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me.
Just when you thought it was safe to think, in comes mental piracy!
It feels like trading brains with an imbecile.
Don't let the world bring you down. Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold. Remember why you came, and while you're alive, Experience the warmth before you grow old.
Consequence, you'll see, will be stranger than a gang of drunken mimes.
You think that you're on the brink? The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan.