Refrain

If I were stuck in purgatory
would you remain to conclude the story?
If blindness struck me suddenly,
would you be my eyes to see?
If I was to no longer hear,
would you stay near and be my ears?
If I uncovered all my flaws
would you be there for the long haul?
If I was nothing, laid to waste,
would you still show your pretty face?
These questions make me short of breath,
 all who I have asked has up and left.

Over and over throughout my past, I have grown wiser not to ask.

Turn It Off

Premonitions bet that weve sold our souls
for a television set and a remote control

they have you brainwashed!

Its not the puppet, Its whos pulling the strings
your just a puppet, and theyre pulling the strings
its time to cut the ties and do away with such things

We dont know yet we have to check the polls
now the trap is set time to swallow you whole

they have you brainwashed!

Pretty
plastic
people
prancing

turn it off!
now dont be a sucker
turn it off
now dont be another
turn it off!

turn it off!

turn your head and cough
its a bad diagnosis
now breathe
your losing your focus

Infected with ABC, CNN and FOX
altered by your T.V. sets
Youve lost your sense of self respect

Its not the puppet, Its whos pulling the strings
your just a puppet, and theyre pulling the strings
time to not live in fear and care for what it might bring

Perfect
perpetrators
posing


turn it off!
turn it off motherfucker
turn it off!
now dont be another
turn it off!

turn it off!

Turn your head and cough
its a bad diagnosis
now breathe
your losing your focus

Infected with NBC, MTV, and PBS
altered by your T.V. sets
media escalating stress

Agnostic

have been dreaming of rapture for soo long
and not making it here, but when Im gone
repeating the longest of sad songs
a paradise gone wrong

Heaven? Heaven can wait
while I try to make a cleaner slate

Dream of a warmth not remembered
a December that lasts forever
am I too numb to know if I get there?
set me free from this temper

Heaven? Heaven can wait
while I try to make a cleaner slate

Cling to a fury that helps me form
a silent calm right before the storm
These clouds that separate me from the norm
demons I can not reform

Heaven? Heaven can wait
while I try to make a cleaner slate

A childhood vision thats shattered
from a day when all of it mattered
a consultation that man has torn and tattered
misread words fill empty heads

Heaven? Heaven can wait
while I try to make a cleaner slate

God please dont tell me its too late.

Want to Play?

I have played this game before
with princesses and whores
I have learned well through experience
that it turns into a war

The princesses want to be queen
The whores want to be clean
but soon find out its not obtained
by excessive gambling

I will not restrain
my peices will be played
with no rules or boundries to enforce
I move outside the frame

I know when it will end
I know when we begin
I know when we play this game
that neither of us win

If you try not to fall easily
you end up falling hard
those left standing at the end
have learned to fold their cards

Those who are left standing
may not have met demise
but only get a broken heart
for a consolation prize