I was cross-eyed, stoned and painless

my pulse was up my eyes were red

my visions, situations, feelings

hung on my lips and burned me up

and 18 hours spent asleep

could not help me from thinking that

i had somehow managed to fool myself

i had missed the point while puttin' 'em back



I can't help from thinking

as my heart keeps beating

of what i'd love to do

to strip the flesh that hides these bones

bare my soul without a sound

burn my brain, lay waste to fear

though i won't live that many years

and i can't shed that many tears



Claustrophobic, paranoid

laughing at my routine cares

the charade of my brilliant life

had drawn a crowd these last few years

as i entertain my audience,

the stage was torn by all i knew

who took me to the moon above

wrapped my soul in linen cloth



I can't help from thinking

as my heart keeps beating

if i was jesus christ

and all the things i'd love to know

why i feel the way i do,

and what it means to be alive

and make yourself a sacrifice

to never have to live a lie



You take yourself so seriously

you're dressed in black but your soul is green

you've got an understanding of the world

that's only based on what you've seen

and if you'd just admit to yourself

that it's not such an awful place

the grim facade that hides your mind

may yet reveal a smiling face



I can't help from thinking

as my heart keeps beating

of what i'd love to do

locked away just me and you

if you can only see me through

and see what we could make it to

forget the things that need no proof

and see the world with eyes of fools