I am the earth's last man! Tears upright in bed and every poison said got buried in your head we'll both dies if it spreads well I hope you don't mind it happens each and every time but it's not like I try Knives turn and rats raven down their bane I never meant to feel this way but life gets so complicated when it happens I feel weightless Say what you want I don't need to be lectured do what you must I don't need your affection I'd still be a danger to you even if I said every last thing that you want me to say It could take a hundred years I'll be back in better times and in a better state of mind you can cry until it bleeds the occasion that it breeds comes from failing to believe this world is worth saving Tears dry and rats raven don their bane I never meant to feel this way but life gets so complicated when it happens I feel weightless Say what you want I don't need to be lectured do what you must I don't need your affection I'd still be a danger to you even if I said every last thing that you want me to say Say what you want I don't need to be lectured do what you must I don't need your affection I'd still be a danger to you even if I said every last thing that you want No matter what you do no matter what you say I'll just keep runnin' til I'm locked away anything you do and anything you say can't change that you're better off in any other place

Lies! And tales! and sighs! And banal paradise And skies, no fires, just cold grey twilight live, to rise, to die, like prisoners of life Useless simple resolutions there's no pain free contribution You must stake a claim someday I don't care what you fuckin' say! no Unless you suffer nothing really happens, you must risk something If I could I'd cut us open, gashes, gashes is what we need to feel, to know, to die, nothing, nothing's ever free There is, no now, or here it's always passing Gone, it fights, tomorrow, I see something else, besides, the crimes, and fear of laws and signs passion, revolt, liberty, everything must cost something pass life off as something new we can live without that too I'll just go buy anything I want to, cause we all die in debt I'll just kill anything I want to, cause we all die in debt to feel, to know, to die, nothing, nothing ever ends Let me tell ya something son, if you're going to do life make sure to do it right, make sure to suck it all in baby, make sure to fill your lungs with it Society? Yeah, that too. What kind of society is that? You can read your poetry and turn off your water, but you're breathing that too man. Feel it in the air. And that's it, it's the air. Culture. There is no high or low. No man or woman. There is nothing that truly separates you from the tepid masses. you want to chuck it out but I swear to you it's the oxygen we breathe and we breathe it in at eight dollars an hour, ten dollars an hour, we breathe it and you want to put a torch to it all you wanna tell that to the FUCKS at the MALL? are you going to say THAT to the FUCKS at the MALL? someday you'll be choking from the flames and smoke and all the high and low brow all bleeds into one now it takes a lot of effort just to take a breath but I think I could love it I think I could love it

I got your culture right here! Confined to little rooms! Raw goods and bureaucrats! You can't pull that from the ground. No wonder everything where your from is fallen down inert and deathly silent now It's just scattered fires! And peeping toms! And they can't see you passing slowly through the riots screaming crowds! There are bodies stacked! It wont give you anything you need it just looks like rubble to me! If you want to go you're free to leave but hey it just looks like rubble to me! Heart attacks and amputees are never far away Nor are the filth and fame all those things you wanted for me And maybe if we both picked out the best debris our lives would both work out You'll never find a thing! You'll never know what it means! And you swear it's beautiful but to me it just looks like things falling down There are bodies stacked It wont give you anything you need it just looks like rubble to me! If you want to go you're free to leave but hey it just looks like rubble to me! And it's slowly ending and with every second passing by, it just looks more and more like just things falling down It wont give you anything you need it just looks like rubble to me! If you want to go you're free to leave but hey it just looks like rubble to me! Fuck!

Where was it written down that I should ask for more? And run from everything and never ask what for? Why am I terrified when I should feel secure? When all I want to know just want to know is: Every answer every meaning turning over in the aether Running into lack of reason I feel life's wasted! And if I'm giving up control, I think I really ought to know, My life's not wasted! Wasted! And I still can't say I'm not afraid to die cause I'm not sure, Is it possible we've simply just been seduced by the lure, And that this world is not a vast and empty sewer? I'll pay you anything just tell me what's the cost? How can I wager if I don't know what I've lost? And when I think about it, it becomes so slow, When all I wanna know just wanna know is: every answer every meaning turning over, in the aether running into lack of meaning. I feel life's wasted. And if I'm giving up control, I think I really ought to know, my life's not wasted, wasted, no! And I still can't say I'm not afraid to die cause I'm not sure, If there's an answer here or is it only something we endure. I still don't understand how you can feel secure! There's only one thing that I really want to know: How do you know you're alive? How do you know you're alive? How do you know that? I don't feel alive, I might be alive, how do you know that? How do you know you're alive? How do you know you're alive? how do you know that? I might be alive, I don't feel alive, how do you know that? How do you know you're alive? How do you know you're alive? How do you know that?

Well I guess you can say the well has finally run dry! Ideas and good intentions wont help you get by. When you find yourself faced with an illness you can't stop, I've examined the matter at length and I know just how topull it off. I think it's high time we turned to face the things from which we run, and look back and shudder at what we've done, we move one chamber ahead with every shot, maybe one day we'll learn to embrace the things we haven't got. And every night I rattle 'round, in a jar that I have found, and the thoughts echo like thunder but they're never getting out. And I see outside the sound, and in every sparkling gown, is there a difference between who I want to be or wanna know? And every voice is a voice I've heard at least once before, but nothing gets in or out through the stained glass floor, fair and unfair are just delusions like good and bad, how many of you think you can control the weather as I have? As it turns out once you're out, you're out for good, and why some try to claw back I've never understood, while success is sweet it can't compare to the freedom of true disgrace. To set fire to obligation, to stare down each frightened face. And every night I rattle 'round, in a jar that I have found, and the thoughts echo like thunder but they're never getting out. And I see outside the sound, and in every sparkling gown, is there a difference between who I want to be or wanna know? We check in but don't check out! I wanna live inside you now! I want to make myself unbound from what I've wrapped myself around! I wanna look like I feel, I wanna feel like you look, I wanna look like I feel, I wanna feel like you look. One day when I'm free, I'll say I'm sorry, for everything that I've done. There's no place for that, we're all diplomats, and there are codes to uphold. In some time and place, when we embrace disgrace, I'll be sure to let you know! Yeah!