Got to Give,
05/08/03,
by rewired.
My eyes are bigger than my stomache
my hunger for knowledge is bigger than my mind
I finally get what I ordered placed before me on this table, where
I sit, thirtsy, dirty, malnutritioned and all alone
and I find I can't digest the fundamentals of what I find.
Thoughts are scattered, as messy as my room,
like a web work i get tangled and wound in
and the spiders suffocate me and suck me dry, and as I look at
them I find how frightening it is to look dead into your own sick
llusions and see the painful reflection of your sordid condition in
their eyes.
Sick of this mess.
Stuck in these cycles,
stuck in these circles, and I
can't seem to break free and travel a straight line.
Longing for understanding
damning my cluttered mind for not
focusing, grasping,
instead leaving me drowning
in these venomous complexities,
a deep yearning for simplicity rises in me,
but I'm too afraid to loose my mind
Can't have both worlds, can I?
Can't hold onto this and that and
take it when I die?
Can I be the Wise Old Man?
Can I be the Enlightened Child?
Can I break free from wherever I am?
Break out of the mask I'm trapped in,
make it back to the soul
behind this confused, regressing boy
trapped inside a crazy, aging man?
I could be the Wise Old Man,
I could be the Enlightened Child, but
I'm just a needy, dependent, whining kid,
I'm just a bitter old fuck,
and I'm sick of this mess,
and I've been chewing on change too long,
I've got to swallow this.
I've been so hungry waiting here
and something's
got to give.
05/08/03,
by rewired.
My eyes are bigger than my stomache
my hunger for knowledge is bigger than my mind
I finally get what I ordered placed before me on this table, where
I sit, thirtsy, dirty, malnutritioned and all alone
and I find I can't digest the fundamentals of what I find.
Thoughts are scattered, as messy as my room,
like a web work i get tangled and wound in
and the spiders suffocate me and suck me dry, and as I look at
them I find how frightening it is to look dead into your own sick
llusions and see the painful reflection of your sordid condition in
their eyes.
Sick of this mess.
Stuck in these cycles,
stuck in these circles, and I
can't seem to break free and travel a straight line.
Longing for understanding
damning my cluttered mind for not
focusing, grasping,
instead leaving me drowning
in these venomous complexities,
a deep yearning for simplicity rises in me,
but I'm too afraid to loose my mind
Can't have both worlds, can I?
Can't hold onto this and that and
take it when I die?
Can I be the Wise Old Man?
Can I be the Enlightened Child?
Can I break free from wherever I am?
Break out of the mask I'm trapped in,
make it back to the soul
behind this confused, regressing boy
trapped inside a crazy, aging man?
I could be the Wise Old Man,
I could be the Enlightened Child, but
I'm just a needy, dependent, whining kid,
I'm just a bitter old fuck,
and I'm sick of this mess,
and I've been chewing on change too long,
I've got to swallow this.
I've been so hungry waiting here
and something's
got to give.
