If I was young, I'd flee this town I'd bury my dreams underground As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight more »

But when the night is over and the walls keep linking when fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking clichés and other chatter keeps our minds from thinking more »

But when the night is over and the walls start burning when fire starts to matter and the clock is churning clichés and other chatter keeps our minds from learning more »

I'm a 21st Century Digital Boy I don't know how to live, but I've got a lot of toys more »

I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen more »

Whatever happened to protesting nothing in particular, just protesting cause it's Saturday and there's nothing else to do more »

Whatever happened to revolution for the hell of it? more »

If what I'm saying doesn't make any sense, that's because sense can not be made It's something that must be sensed more »

I want a floating, shifting, ever changing persona: Invisibility and obscurity, detachment from the ego and all of it's pursuits more »

I want to look in the mirror and wonder, "who is that person? I've never seen that person before; I've never seen anyone like that before." more »