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I'm afraid of a sure thing
Of a change in the here and now
And the force when it hits me
The full weight of it when I'm down

The fucking air in this city
When the phase-shifting sign is off
If this ship is unsteady,
How will that lifeboat hold us all

I ain't gonna crawl

Tell them all to forget it
Tell them that's it then call it off
'Cause I'm worried about money
And paradigm stores running low

I ain't gonna crawl
But I'll lie on the road

So how can I laugh
How can I take it without some doubt
How can I laugh
How can I face it right away
With everything gone wrong
With everything all over anyway
I need some grace

Say goodbye to aesthetic,
Better taste and essential self
'Cause I'm just tired of running
And there's a time bomb in this head

So just who's the real killer
And what made his paint dry?
It's kind of hard to imagine
Holidays in neurotica

A slap in the faith, hard, opened hand
Is the one reality I can never protect myself from, even in this sparkle yard
At end of day warm summer madness
In the bouquet of a dream-song, astral projecting, failing to right wrongs
When the whole thing starts to open up

I ain't gonna crawl
Without falling hard, without some pain

Whenever the fog breaks
And a day takes hold
I just can't think straight right away
Maybe I'll come around...or not
I'm swinging again
And all my ex-friends say
It's psycho-pathetic
And way too gone,
Almost painless even though
I wondered if something was wrong all along