I begin to assemble what weapons I can find
'Cause sometimes to stay alive you got to **** your mind

go for lunch down by the river
and really talk it through

and I don't want to be a troublemaker but I'm a human
ain't I, and ain't I allowed to feel something and occasionally
shake the world from its roots- say, we are made in the image
of the guy that created hurricanes and volcanoes, right?
ain't I allowed to blow around and explode? ain't I allowed
to quake, and create, and sacrifice myself? And if we all
made in his image like they tell us, ain't those dramatists
and scholars and kings have the same spirit in them
as I got in me? ain't I allowed to feel the fire of martyrs
and talk like an orator and give myself like Christ?
ain't I allowed to start a little trouble?
Everybody else did.

anything hurts less than the quiet.

Yeah, the truth is that I'm sorry
though I told you not to worry
I'm just some dumb kid trying to kid myself
that I got my **** together.

Please don't put me through this
Please don't look at me like you know

"Keep doing odd things. Don’t let anyone know what you’re about. Keep them guessing. It’s a lot more fun."