Best In Show (2016)

 
 

Don't Do It

I can't sit inside the time machine
I've been stuck in space for several weeks
I could not believe the final word
I could not believe what had occurred

You could not decide the path to take
You would not discern from real and fake
You could not believe the final word
You could not believe what had occurred

And it was all so scary that my head blew into bits
The spaceship launched out early
When the words had left your lips
Back at base the crew did all they could to save the day
But you were out too far to hear the other people say 'hey, don't do it!'

Headlong we dive into the stratosphere
With haste you make the badness disappear
No more we need a space where we can breathe
No more another plot that's ill conceived

 

Underlyer

Light changes shape
from the side of the glass
Power lines divide us all

Light changes shape
from the side of the glass
Power lines divide us all

I see you all strung up
In someone else's light
A path you're forced to walk
A fight you're forced to fight
There's nothing noble there'
Cause you been put on the line
A sudden war to wage
Its meant to twist your spine

It's hidden well beneath
the ruse of such good times
The underlyer is the reason
Why we live or die
The stakes are higher now
Than anybody knows
They're there to take you in
or let it come to blows

If I feel it coming on
and I'm just beside myself
I cannot go another day
I never lose control
Two thirds of my own soul
To re-divide another way

Light changes shape
from the side of the glass
Power lines divide our soul

Light changes shape
from the side of the glass
Power lines divide us all

The path to justice is
Covered in sad goodbyes
A fleeting memory
A piece of your old life
It's not your game to play
But still you hold the dice
And now you've got the gun
to cast in your own light

If I feel it coming on
and I'm just beside myself
I cannot go another day
And I never lose control
Two thirds of my own soul
To re-divide another way

If something's painted white
It's never what it seems
A passing glance another chance
To show you what it means
If something's painted black
Well who then holds the brush?
It's not your creation now?
It's not your creation now??

If I feel it coming on
and I'm just beside myself
I cannot go another day
And I never lose control
Two thirds of my own soul
To re-divide another way

Random Company

I don't tend to agree with your state of being
I don't see how you see, I prefer the random company

All night, you walk through the crowd
You're wild, dedicated, loud
Your horse, it's taller than the rest
Your horse, it's never second best

You may find yourself searching for another way, too late, by then too late.
You may realize we're all here to seize the day today by then too late.

Pretense; you know you're headed for the stars
But your head, can't fit through doors of bars
We don't share your point of view
We don't see the world like you

 

Calling Out

So many thoughts today
It’s hard to keep it straight
What’s it need to say, who’s it gonna play

Sunset, when I wake up
Oh I feel it
Regardless of how it may appear, I adhere

To what I am told
When the grass is greener I say no
I only aim to please

A pain inside
Grinded down, open up wide
Somethings coming out

I don’t know, I don't know, I don’t know why I leave it up to me
This misdirection has somehow healed the infection
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know how long it’ll last
It seemed to come about much too fast

Never knowing, never showing
Still that voice inside is calling out
Calling out

For me it’s one at a time
No more, no less
Trying to get to the finish line
Trying to avoid the stress

Too much, too soon
Why can’t I be immune
Time to release and find some inner peace

I don’t know, I don’t know, when I think don’t look to me
It was a simple task and why did no one ask?
Well I know, well I know, well I know that there’ll come a day
When I speak my thoughts and just let it be

Oh I’m calling out to you
Too much, too soon
Oh I’m calling out to you

It’s written on my hand
“Words are like grains of sand”
Too many, too soon
And it’s my fantasy to live in ecstasy

And that is why

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