if i didn't need to eat or sleep, i'd buy myself a typewriter. and i would lock myself into a room and just create.. i would skip all interaction with this clear and present danger.
photoshoplifting beauty is digital thievery. the new school of surgery is easier than it needs to be. with drug induced happiness, fabricated amazement,.
miniscule, simple, lingering reasons to be alive. couldn't come to grips with running in circles from nine to five. it's a little bit ridiculous thinking that this is fine.
[background]. And now the voice in your head IS yours. . [Eyedea]. Take a deep breath there's nothing to be afraid of. What you just did was fall to the depths of existence.
[Eyedea]. Why they always looking at me, like there's something on my face man. No matter where I go, I'm always feeling out of place. And I know I'm not your regular I got a different taste.
Days turn into years. "A" students turn into dropouts. Seeing the world from a creative angle turns into seeing it from a couch. Orgasms become lifetimes. Bong hits turn into white lines.
I'm here to break my own ball and chain. Holding the plight to be completely sane. Nothings to gain if image blocks the only chance for change. When I expand my range the world shares it's judges.
It starts out with a question. How much of it is real?. The skepticism sets in, and lessens your appeal. Next, you study conspiracy, develop some theories.
[Eyedea]. I got a little story to tell. See it was September 1st, 1999, the day of my death. My back was on the cold concrete as I take my last breath.
We bringing it back to basics. Situated under the basement. The nation is garunteed. To hit the pavement. You slept, now your bobbing your head. So hard you left with a.
I never knew my mom, once I was born she was dead. She never wanted me. At least that's what my dad said. He said she was polluted, ignorant, uncivilized.
[Abilities]. To everyone out there.... . [Eyedea]. Speaking of out there. SPEAKING of out there. Where's he from?. He's from some other planet, I heard.
Two steps ahead of myself following you blindly. Set my faith on fire but the real Larsen (arson) was bad timing. Walking through walls never seemed so uninteresting.
What a beautiful world, so fragile and fertile. Pain filled the void when boy met girl. He's a puppet to nature, one year later. Now so deeply and sickly in love it makes him hate her.
(It's-it's it's about time). (It's-it's-it's it's-it's it's-it's it's about time). . Yo DJ Abilities what you gonna do?. (B-b-b-bout to rock). Add me to mix, you get E&A crew.
This world is my cave. And the cave molds the background. of a picture painted by you. . (distorted lyrics that are hard to understand). . Hey yo it's time.
On this I stand. Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops. And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon. protected by a forcefield of pure thought.. On this I stand.
[Chorus]. Clear. I can see for miles. Clear. I can be myself. Clear. I can sit in my place. Clear. I'm not part of this race. Clear. I'm not in this alone.
were here to. bring the people and the music and the movement all together now. we see through. repetitive etiquette and the highly unoriginal. were here to.