1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17 Switch it up; Swallow pride, then spit it up; Look for light, then give it up; Make a plan, then blitz it up; Steal a prize, then kick it back; Play a disc, then twist and scratch; Tell it straight, then smile and laugh; Write a song, then add a track. Flip your glass upside-down; Take your feet off the ground; Turn your jokes inside-out! Look for life in the sound! Up it switch Subvert expectations.

Dugong.

You want me to apologize For a misstep in the middle of a marathon? One you linger on? Well, I may have been wrong, But your lingering is a misstep in progress Mine’s long-gone I’ve moved on And I’ve healed my heels and keep track of my track record I reckon what you don’t I acknowledge what you won’t: Your flaws and mine combined While you to yourself, unaware, are a blind spot (hold a blind spot) I keep a light on my mining helmet always searching for my limits Trying to grind myself fine as a diamond While you get caught in the dust You blame me For a misstep in the middle of a marathon? One you linger on? Well, I may have been wrong But your misstep lingers on And now I want you gone How am I to talk with a robot? You’re like a full-time teapot calling the part-time kettle black It’s like I don’t compute with you because I feed too many bits per package Passing out neurotransmitters without matching receptors to catch them Any simpler than this and my message’s ideas are lacking So quit giving flak because you’re slacking in the backend at code-cracking I might sound like a brash kid, but I’ve had it I’m not keeping my head down the hole like a rabbit I’m popping it out with a wealth of health and knowledge, vitality And if you can’t see after all that you’ve seen me, Then I’m buzzing away, Like no taken-for-granted plan b beta male But like a queen bee freely to find a new hive ‘Cause all I get is one life I’ll only be as old as I am today one time While you blame me For a misstep in the middle of a marathon? One you linger on? Well, I may have been wrong But your misstep lingers on You simple fucking pawn! I don’t need to be reminded every day the way my mind is wired to think different Why don’t you see my similarities? I’m human; let’s complement Unrestrict movement, open up the discussion I’m done shutting down after covering nothing! I’m wading through a warzone Now, with an olive branch and balls of steel I ain’t just chrome paint, for in the heat of what’s real Labels and stickers and facades tend to peel No, my steel is as real as the heat I feel As my heart that beats I won’t go back to low slack I’m going forward for the kill You blame me For a misstep in the middle of a marathon? One you linger on? Well, I may have been wrong But your misstep lingers on It continues through the dawn... No man’s land to a soccer field Or a football field? Oh, let’s be real I yield too much of me Wandering carefully Eggshells crunch under me Arrows flung over me Pitfalls and low crawls and bar brawls While soccer balls are in my thought bubbles To keep me afloat my sea of troubles Sling a line and wait for a bite Pull up a friend with their eyes to the skies Avoiding the mines without dying Pull up, pull up Don’t pull out, pull out Is it my line to tug Or their line to climb? Elastic heart, plastic minds How can I yet conquer slinging lines between and behind our eyes? Bandwidth stuffed so much The bridge is about to split open at the seams, It seems a pipe dream to know what I mean Anymore [Bass solo] Kids are all acquitting themselves, Quitting their blistering after barely opening Doors Am I the only one who finds fun in the tussle, The struggle in trying to find More In the world? I know it can’t be so But the streets are littered with defeat, chitter-chatter Distracting our ears from the real and the clear Spitting up a sound cloud keeping all our sounds loud Like kicking up a dust storm to hide us from horizons Not wishing to sift through the mist, dew, or mistruths Addicted to sticking aloofly, easy pickings Leaves me wistful and ungrouped with my troupe Soul brothers, soul sisters, humanity’s manatees Drifting engorged by sore topics, forlorn, haunted, Wanting to stop this Hands in our pockets, Waiting for our rockets to launch us, to flaunt us To throw down our gauntlets, to sew up our gaunt bits Out of the abyss, to redress what’s amiss To not miss the middle of the path To save us from our own wrath No longer to clash with the noniconoclast titans And brighten our tomorrows Today Well, I guess… Either way, we’re on our way Now get off my case and let me run my race, fuckface You blame me for a misstep in the middle of a You blame me for a misstep in the middle of a You blame me for a misstep in the middle of a Misstep in the middle of a Misstep in the middle of a Middle a middle a middle a middle of a (Marathon, one you linger on) Misstep in the middle a misstep (Begone, move on!) Middle of a misstep, excerpt, except handle I blame you! [Guitar solo] You blame me For a misstep in the middle of a marathon? One you linger on? Well, I may have been wrong [Drum solo] But your misstep lingers on It continues through the dawn It lingers on and on and on And now I want you gone Manifest absence! Step off! That's right, step off! My race continues on Against me! Now, I've won!

All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very, very Mad world, mad world And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very, very Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world, mad [Piano solo] And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very, very Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world, mad

Hmm, hmm, hmm... You know it’s time To fall asleep When you start to harmonize With the laundry machines. You know it’s time To fall asleep When you start to harmonize With the laundry machines. You know it’s time To fall asleep When you’re singing to the beat Of shaking, humming cleaning. You know it’s time To fall asleep When the spinning washing machine Looks better than T.V. You know it’s time. You know it’s time. You know it’s time. You know it’s time. You know it’s time To fall asleep When you start to harmonize With the laundry machines. You know it’s time To fall asleep When you recognize the echo In the room's a flat B. In Spanish! Sabes que es la hora Para acostarse Cuando harmonices a máquinas… uhm…¡inglés! You know it’s time To fall asleep When you start to harmonize With the laundry machines. You know it’s time You know it’s time You know it’s time You know it’s time, time, time! [Stylophone solo] You know it’s time To fall asleep (You know it's time.) When you start to harmonize (You know it's time.) With the laundry machines. You know you’ve fallen Fast asleep When you wake up in the dryer With your hair on fire: Oh, someone really should’ve cleaned out the lint, ow!

You, Yeah you, Why do you pass off gossip As the unbridled truth? Well, you Spread these lies, Call it “right” and convince everyone, While I wonder, “Why, "Oh, why Must it be Such a small world?" All these people like you Give no one else any room. Why don’t you do us all a favor and go Back to common sense school? How can’t you see The self-constraints you’re forcing on us? Hypocrisy, Argue your thoughts but won’t discuss. You Tend to use the left half of your brain, Because the right’s been gone to waste. I Wonder how, somehow, You get respected in society, Though even through sobriety, You’re as dumb like the drunks. You deflect all the blame And will only accept praise Condemn and confiscate our hope To live your own fool’s golden days. You say justice is blind (And she loves to play darts) You talk so much shh– You’ll rip us all a new ahh–! Illegal and legal are illusions, Right and wrong are right out, All that’s left is you, your ends and means, And all the little hurdles in between. What’s wrong with you? You’re fickle, sick, and allso hollow. Unbending rules, You can’t lead but can’t you follow? Let’s hear the truth: An overused malapropism. Let’s watch the news: Piss-yellow journalism. [Guitar solo]

Before I go crazy, I need to get out Of this house. In my mind, there’s chasing, like that of a Cat and mouse. Before I go crazy Before I go completely insane Before my thoughts get hazy Before I lose myself and my brain. Before I go crazy, I need to get Some fresh air. I need to do something, before my heart Starts to tear. Before I go crazy Before I go completely insane Before my thoughts get hazy Before I lose myself and my brain. Before I go crazy, I need to tell you How I feel. Life without you is painful And surreal. Before I go crazy (about you) Before I go completely insane (for you) Before my thoughts get hazy (thinking about you) Before I lose myself and my brain (and my heart). It seems I went crazy, so I told you Of my love. But, it seems you did too, so now I’m all you’re Thinking of. Yeah, that's right, I went crazy, so I told you Of my love (What was I thinking of?) And it seems you did too, so now, I'm all you're Thinking of. (Thinking of my love) Now that I’ve gone crazy, I can finally be sane again. My loving will never become lazy, Not here and now, nor there and then. [Guitar solo]

She sees He snivels back, Smelling of trash, Begging for another chance At romance. She takes a glance, Tongue like a lash, and snaps back, “I’m not sorry, hon. I’m just too tall for this dance,” But he persists Despite her whips Cracking down On his crime. In his grime, He groans and pants For a second chance, Dagger in hand For his defense, But against her lance He stood no chance Of romance. He desperately turns the dagger Outwards with a desperate swagger, But she parries every blow With effortless derision, Because she knows, Oh, she knows, Where the blade really goes... And if you try To bathe in lies And walk in sleep With averted eyes, Then blame no one else For your shallow demise. You hold the keys, so shut up. With finesse and precision, She angles it back inwards to his innards, Sinks it in deep Till he bleeds his true colors, Tinting his skin with a little, bloodlet honesty, The kind that doesn’t come out With mere, gentle coaxing. No, this is reality: Welcome back to it. We missed you; Why don’t you take a seat? Admit defeat: You got caught in your bad act. The will of the weak: No, she won’t allow that. You wanted to cheat? You've got the wrong answer sheet. She read you like an eye exam, And you thought you were line 8, cloud 9, But she's got your number at the end of the line. She saw right through your crime, you slime, So here, have your big, fat F-off: You've earned that. You have only got yourself to be mad at, And if you think she’s the cause of your anger, Take it up with the Man who first handed you your dagger. And if you try To bathe in lies And walk in sleep With averted eyes, Then blame no one else For your shallow demise You hold the keys, So Relinquish your brazen heat, Accept the reality of your defeat, Dig deep, And carve onwards. That blade can move mountains If you don’t cut yourself down to the trash heap She throws you into Because she knows what you do. Talk is too cheap To impress her from what’s true. [Guitar solo] And if you try To bathe in lies, Then blame no one else For your shallow demise. You hold the keys (You hold the keys (You hold the keys)) And if you try To bathe in lies And walk in sleep With averted eyes, Then blame no one else For your shallow demise You hold the keys You hold the keys, So shut up and drive Away.

I'm becoming less defined as days go by Fading away Well, you might say I'm losing focus Kind of drifting into the abstracts in terms of how I see myself (In terms of how I see myself (In terms of how I see myself)) Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself (Sometimes, I can see right through myself) Less concerned about fitting into the world Your world, that is 'Cause it doesn't really matter anymore (No, it doesn't really matter anymore) No, it doesn't really matter anymore None of this really matters anymore Yes, I am alone Then again, I always was As far back as I can tell I think maybe it's because Because you were never really real to begin with I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah And I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah And I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah And I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah And I just made you up to hurt myself And it worked. Yes, it did! There is no you There is only me There is no you There is only me There is no fucking you There is only me There is no fucking you There is only me Only Only Only Only Well, the tiniest little dot caught my eye And it turned out to be a scab And I had this funny feeling like I just knew it's something bad I just couldn't leave it alone, Picking at that scab It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut But I climbed through Now, I am somewhere that I'm not supposed to be, And I can see things I know I really shouldn't see Now I know why, now, now, now, I know why Things aren't as pretty On the inside There is no you There is only me There is no you There is only me There is no fucking you There is only me There is no fucking you There is only me Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only

Learning to swim in treacherous waters You and I still all alone Heart is still trapped in my home Breaking down with our lone floe Taking the plunge into treacherous waters Taking a while to really sink in Disbelief in sink or swim Please forgive me for my sins ((Oh...) Learning to swim in treacherous, treacherous Learning to swim in treacherous, treacherous (Oh...) Learning to swim in treacherous, treacherous Learning to swim in treacherous) God, please! Please, help me! Why must I still feel So alone? Home Is where the heart is Let's restart this I don't know I don't know Thrashing around in treacherous waters Cling to you as if for life Pull you down in my lost strife Drown in my worst dreams tonight When the skill to sink then swim seems akin To standing on the surface, Do I quite deserve this? How can I reverse this? Can it be so perfect as it seems on the surface? Is it really worth it when I feel so worthless, going through this hurt bit? How do I how do I how do I how do I know? God, please! Please, help me! Why must I still feel So alone? Home Is where the heart is Let's restart this I don't know I don't know (Learning to swim in treacherous, treacherous Learning to swim in treacherous, treacherous Learning to swim in treacherous, treacherous Learning to swim in treacherous, treacherous Learning to swim in treacherous, treacherous Learning to swim in treacherous, treacherous Learning to swim in treacherous, treacherous Learning to swim in treacherous, treacherous Learning to swim in treacherous, treacherous Learning to swim in treacherous) In the seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke, it is written Heaven and hell, the kingdoms, cannot be observed And where a body rots, you will surely find vultures Well, hell may not be below us, not where you can see Hell may be below us, but it's within me God, please! Please, help me! Why must I still feel So alone? Home Is where the heart is Let's restart this I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know But someday though...

O meu desafio é andar sozinho Esperar no tempo os nossos destinos Não olhar pra trás, esperar a paz O que me traz A ausência do seu olhar Traz nas asas um novo dia Me ensina a caminhar Mesmo eu sendo menino, aprendi Oh, meu Deus, me traz de volta essa menina Porque tudo que eu tenho é o seu amor João de Barro, eu te entendo agora Por favor, me ensine como guardar meu amor Meu amor O meu desafio é andar sozinho Esperar no tempo os nossos destinos Mesmo se olhar pra trás, esperando a paz O que me traz A ausência do seu olhar Traz nas asas um novo dia Me ensina mais a caminhar Mesmo eu sendo mistura do menino, aprendi Oh, meu Deus, cuida dessa menina Porque não tudo eu tenho é o seu amor João de Barro, eu te entendo mais agora Por favor, me ensine como tratar meu amor Meu amor, yeah yeah yeah yeah! [Solo de violão/Guitar solo] Oh, meu Deus, floresce essa menina Não tudo preparado, Seu amor João de Barro, eu te entendo agora Por favor, me ensine como chegar ao meu amor Oh, meu Deus, me traz de volta essa menina Porque muito do que eu tenho é o seu amor João de Barro, eu te entendo agora Por favor, me ensine como livrar meu amor Meu amor Meu amor

You know it’s time You know it’s time You know it’s time You know it’s time You know it’s time To change your schemes When from the start of the day You've become more atrophied You know it's time Not to live complacently When you take a look at your life And cherish nothing you see. You know it’s time To chase after your dreams, When you start singing words And you don’t know what they mean, oh yeah! [Guitar solo] That's right You know you’ve fallen Fast asleep When you wake in defeat With a life incomplete: Oh, someone really should’ve shot for the stars!

I can’t read minds I can read between the lines So lay it down on one Or get out of mine I’m not going to assume To make an ass out of you and me So state it plainly and do it soon Or else it’ll be my time to leave Don’t waste my time No, I won’t waste my time I may or may not only get one life But this is what I got now And I aim to live it right(, mm) I can’t lean on a mind I can share or feel its vibes So put your body on the line To prove you’re more than just hypothetical I’m done being isolated A screen my window to humankind So meet me midway on the pavement Or I will need to leave you behind Don’t waste my time No, I won’t waste my time I may or may not only get one life But this is what I got now No, I ain’t gonna stop now But this is what I got now And I aim to do it right(, mm mm) I can’t change who I am I can abridge or limit your view So accept me for my every kink But I won’t waste my time trying to lie for you I’m not going to pretend I’m better or different than I am So understand me end to end Or I’ll find another place to land, woo! [Guitar solo] Don’t waste my time No, I won’t waste my time I may or may not only get one life But this is what I got now No, I ain’t gonna stop now I don’t even plan to slow down But this is what I got now And I aim to treat it right(, mm mm mm mm hrap ah ba boo bow woo 'ea ba)

They say that God is in the details, But the Devil’s in there too: Now, don’t sweat the small things in life; The little things make life beautiful. Strangers sometimes tell me about strangers to them And now those strangers're all strangers to me too It gets stranger and stranger the people that we call friends And the loose conditions we use We're fumbling for the numbering And uh, overclassify All the things we ought to enjoy Just for being in our lives And some folks who I've never, ever met Or barely even shook their open hands They talk 'bout me like I'm a VIP To strangers around them like I'm their friend Like they're their friends, there there, friends We fumble for the numbers And overcategorize All the things we take for granted Between all the social noise And some folks don't believe me That who I am ain't really who they think You see my face and hear my name And like some things 'bout which I speak But all I am's a faraway idea The camera adds ten pounds and a whole lotta haters And a whole lotta patrons trying hard to squeeze their face in One-way funhouse mirror eyes all see me like I'm greater than a man Who knows what they think I am? Who knows what it is they see in me? How much of perception's reality? They're doubting me! Look down on me On the one side of my shoulder I'm a hero up on a pedestal An idolized father figure On the other side, I'm asinine An evil, infantile blasphemer Bringing rise to an antichrist On the receiving end of anger Stupid people sometimes call me stupid It’s quite the odd, perplexing thing to do I wonder, how much must they call me stupid Until the claim they make becomes the truth? All these hypocrites and their politics And all that bullshit to make the people split makes me sick Add fire to the pit No, we can't be done with it In the passion of a schism, no man's land is in the middle Battleship sunk by loose lips when the mainstream’s but a piddle And to all the folks near you who you call friends How well do you know of them at all? You may chill with them sometimes on the weekends But how much of them is left behind their walls? How much would it take for them to fall? Is that what we even want at all? Does the void even truly have a call? We wall ourselves up in our idle cages Looking back too fondly on dark ages Yet we foresee the future bright and starry-eyed And lose our feet so blinded by the light What middle ground is there to find inside (thy space) Outside (thy race) Between your neighbors’ faces Leaving traces on your heart Making you the work of art With the brushes and the paints too far away? All the folks near you who you call friends How well do you know of them at all? You may hang with them sometimes on vacations But how much of them is left behind their walls? How close are you to knowing them at all? Without those walls, what else would come to fall? [Saxophone and guitar solos] They say the Devil's in the details But that God is in there too So is it double standards Or just different points of view? Ah! Some people who I've barely ever seen Or barely even shook their open hands They talk 'bout me like I'm celebrity Like they're aware of who I really am My ego seems too popped to swell So I’ll practice my backstroke -- holy hell! And hope my current’s flowing towards the well On a long detour round Death’s godforsaken knell (oo)

[Lyrics tacet]

The whole world, the whole world Says there’s something wrong with me. They all seem to agree. But I say, but I say They don’t know validity, Blinded by rigidity. [Piano solo] Well, they say something’s wrong with me, To which I reply, I’m fine, you just don’t see Me, for who I know me to be. They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Well, I saw no room to land, so I rolled as far as it took for me to be free. [Guitar solo] They say never judge a book by its cover, right? Well, if the book won’t open, that shouldn’t count as something to judge me by. I just saw there wasn't much that you could read, So you’d might as well fall back; concede Before you take these words and misconceive Me.