Just wanna smash up my old car,
Cause the memories made so far,
Are settling and tearing me apart,
I don't wanna go back to the start.

Bits and pieces,
**** and wheezes,
Risky maneuvers,
Here's to our futures.

Wholly partitioned into facets,
I would prefer to just gas it,
Turn them into exoplanets,
Let the crumbling system surpass it.

Bits and pieces,
**** and wheezes,
Risky maneuvers,
Here's to our futures.

Eventually,

No. Say it with me.

Eventually we'll all end up in the dirt.

Our minds thoughtless.

Incompressible darkness.

Eventually,

We'll all reckon with our mortality.
Regardless of our immortal will.

Parts scattered,
Upholstery tattered,
It never really mattered,
Bits and pieces,
**** and wheezes,
Risky maneuvers,
Here's to our contributions.

Tried so hard to blend in,
Balancing on the head of a pin,
So many me's to choose from,
Whoever is needed, I'll become.

King of the dirt hill,
Inside of suburban hell,
Its how hard I fell,
From being a run of the mill,
kid.

Standing firmly on the sideline,
Picking absently at a dandelion,
They thought I'd be something,
Thought I would be something.

King of the dirt hill,
Inside of suburban hell,
Its how hard I fell,
From being the run of the mill,
kid.

Are you proud of me?

Be honest.

Are you proud of me?

Don't lie.

Are you proud of me?

Cause it's all coming crashing down,
And I'd hate to see you frown,
Now tell me. Are you really proud?

King of the dirt hill,
Inside of suburban hell,
It's how hard I fell,
From being the run of the mill,
kid.

When its everything above and below the infinite starscape,
A crisis so appealing to the romantic's depthless eye,
Marlboro sold me an image and it's chaos, confusion, nothing more nothing less.

Nobody move,
Nobody groove,
Just self-soothe,
Imperceptible and crude.

Thin and lithe in the crumbling perception of stardom,
Braindead at the end of the world and the beginning of time,
Create a lake, a boulder, a man of many shapes and sizes,
Follow closely or crush my feet under the pressure.

Nobody move,
Nobody groove,
Just self-soothe,
Imperceptible and crude.

Take the lead home, into the dusty attic,
The wind will still and my feet will plant,
The wood grows over some exposed bone,
I highly recommend leaving me alone
It's the best we can do in this chapter.

Nobody move,
Nobody groove,
Just self-soothe,
Imperceptible and crude.

Gift me the serenity,
The serenity to accept,
The serenity to accept,
What I cannot hear,
What I cannot see,
What I cannot touch,
What I cannot taste,
What I cannot smell.

What I cannot hear,
What I cannot see,
What I cannot touch,
What I cannot taste,
What I cannot smell,
I cannot accept.

I will never accept,
My face in a crowd,
Of a darkening dawn,
Hearkening to the trumpets,
Regal against the manifest destiny.

Gift me the serenity,
The serenity to accept,
The serenity of concept,
Fleshing out the ability,
Well it's all so trivial,
Trivial is the sound,
We are the sound,
******* when did we,
When did they deserve?
When did they ever deserve?!

Gift me the serenity,
The serenity to shut the **** up,
The serenity to accept my place,
Accept my place as peasant,
Cut away my hearing,
Cut away my sight,
Cut away my touch,
Cut away my taste
Cut away my smell.
Cause then I can accept,
I can find the serenity,
To accept what I cannot change.

For now I find pure anger,
Anger in your complicity,
In your utter serenity,
******* and your being,
******* and your money,
******* and your serenity.

We're in your walls and beating down your doors,
Mountains of the peasants you bleed dry,
Coming back to trudge against the policy,
Of complete and utter serenity.

God gifted you the ability to find serenity in what you could change.
A wise rain from the East comes in with vengeance in its mind,
A pool or two in your backyard turned bitter and tasting of iron,
The liquid creeps into the cracks of your astroturf and seeps into your showerhead.

Now bathe my friend, bathe in the blood of your inaction,
Your passive income ***** the prisoners and bombs the citizens,
A biography written upon the charred flesh of the children,
Tell me how you're God, you're God now, yeah you're gonna grant everyone the serenity to accept what they could fight to change.

Lost within space and time,
Memories turned sour as lime,
Crashing over a salty line,
Bringing me back to a scared mind,
Tell me what the hell was my crime?

Eyes unfocused inside the storms,
Crazy how a new perspective forms,
When taken from the conforms,
That shapes, molds, and transforms.

Asked God,
Who am I?
Asked Gaia,
Who am I?
Asked Osiris,
Who am I?
Asked Pan,
Who am I?

I found out that I'm my own god,
I'm my own mind,
I'm my own.
I own my mind.
I am my own god,
And I ask for a lot.