My head's always been
a little over-populated.
I've always looked in the mirror
to find a crowd staring back.
Seems it's time I've become a little more
selective about the voices that drive my mind:
might be just what I need to get
my life back on track.
I'm trying to fashion a noose
for the parts of me that are outdated:
ruthlessly dedicated to burning all this,
to some sacred blasting away...
I'm trying to fashion a noose for
parts of me that've lost their purpose:
all those little parts that serve only to
perpetually contrain and kill me...
All my grudges, all the guilt I've fed,
all my fears, every ounce of regret.
All the shame and embarassment:
the dishonest existence I have led,
And I know that nothing's easy,
reprogramming myself one step at a time.
So many sacred lies, my life is sleeping,
so painful as my eyes adapt to the light.
a little over-populated.
I've always looked in the mirror
to find a crowd staring back.
Seems it's time I've become a little more
selective about the voices that drive my mind:
might be just what I need to get
my life back on track.
I'm trying to fashion a noose
for the parts of me that are outdated:
ruthlessly dedicated to burning all this,
to some sacred blasting away...
I'm trying to fashion a noose for
parts of me that've lost their purpose:
all those little parts that serve only to
perpetually contrain and kill me...
All my grudges, all the guilt I've fed,
all my fears, every ounce of regret.
All the shame and embarassment:
the dishonest existence I have led,
And I know that nothing's easy,
reprogramming myself one step at a time.
So many sacred lies, my life is sleeping,
so painful as my eyes adapt to the light.
