my empty eyes of everyday life
lay gently on your back with each step you take

mental tractors clear the path
inch by inch
yet the route to the desert still lays blocked

be all you can be
be all you want to be
a stash of enigmas to feed my addictions from

my failure is a spiral form
in which im condemned to repeat
the same jestures and movements

my devil never came from the deseret
nor from the woods
but from a triangle of malls

with a sweeping charm and the old fashioned name
a proprer borbon which slides down the throat

all the suffering a body can hold in
was the soft foundation on which i slept
safe and sound
for the three full moon nights

jack said he will be around again
as ever before
and just in time
he shows best quallity graind sympathy

its not you its me
its you
it is me

no
im not exploding with anger
im just smiling funny

where logic failed i cant be a hero
i cant deal with the ammo you have
let alone be dignified

guess ill take the easy way out
and take the role of the bastard a bit more seriously
and be all ill never be

whats the difference?
youll be one among millions
geniouses and half monkies
who apperantly know me

cheap ass fortune tellers
that almost made me forget
the bigger issue

who glares of grief
and arogent self hatred
a bride worthy of death himself

so now call on your back up
a lying canadian
"compolsive is my middle name"
to act caring
all loving
whatever

too little
too late
no thanx

if ill suddenly be understanding
we will both be disappointed

how about we save the next round
for the next time we will meet
so just put the "i care" mask aside
till the next tie you'll poisen my soul

i promise
you'll have the same effect

that's it
i did my best
so how are you doing?

i'll just go back now
to my everyday eyes