Open up the CD case, let that fever play.
I'll hide beneath the bed covers and cling to something tangible.
If all else fails, I'll cut off my head;
Just to spite my shoulders.
Sometimes they can't manage the weight of the world.
Even if they're given orders.
I won't step out in the open today,
Right now I'm pretty comfortable where I am,
Reminiscing history with the chords tied to memories,
Songs that tug my heart strings.
Exchanging beauty for the ashes of scenes,
Drained of perfection through the burnt truth
That ripped them in two.
The future hangs desperately over my head,
And moves double time over current events.
Which way will you be walking?
Because I've come to my senses and I'll be walking away,
I feel more like a stranger every time I come home
And I'm growing quite tired of holding this pose.
Freedom's a joke and we're taking the p-iss.
The world weighs heavy, or lays at my feet,
But the spin is making me dizzy and it gets worse standing still,
And in these four walls I'm steady, just listening to the beat.
In measurable time, I'll be up at dawn in my new dolly shoes;
Pacing the floor, or making for a clean escape.
The only thing holding me back is the fear,
That everything is better here.
While I don't like the melodies, I can't shut off the speakers,
Unwinding the ground I shouldn't have walked on.
The winds of circumstance keep blowing me around,
My heart is made of sand and it's been sneezed across the ground.
Now the bed's unmade and my priorites are on default.
The story's in the soil and the melody digs up the words,
That form lyrics with warm earth from yesterday.
When all you want to do is lay motionless, let the fever play.
