Take Another Hit
show me the way
to a place i call my home
when i'm just a misfit
wondering around some alley
while you sit upon your throne
take another hit
and show me the way
from the ruin of man
sometimes its hard to admit
the scale of this dismay

This young man
born under cover
of the night
now he's just searching
for the light
what is the sun
what is the moon
what can he do
dream for a thrill

Patagonia Free my mind
gazing through the sun
we having nothing but the time
what is free
you can't happen to believe
what you can perceive
high up in those trees
Patagonia free my mind
gazing through the sun
we have nothing but the time
set me free
I am just a simple thing
wondering this world
I believe it to be a dream

It was a simple decision
and I was lonely that day
just my disposition
led me to enjoyment
and a moment of cognition
a thought
I believe it to be dormant
sitting in that broken diner
simplicity was on my shoulder
unlike those insecure and brainless lonely
shareholders
i'm not looking for the finer
materials
I just seek a little water
dying of thirst
I am in need of what I can't find
these distractions bring the worst
humanity you'll never come first

Patagonia Free my mind
gazing through the sun
we having nothing but the time
what is free
you can't happen to believe
what you can perceive
high up in those trees
Patagonia free my mind
gazing through the sun
we have nothing but the time
set me free
I am just a simple thing
wondering this world
I believe it to be a dream

There comes a moment
in every beings life
add the sun
of every component
some may be frozen
while others they are broken
like the lost poet

What am I to do
why do I think my story should be told
I'm just a nobody
projections of these thoughts
tangled up in blue
creations of these dreams
some often misconstrued
all of different themes
and now I can conclude
they shift the plains before me
lead me to seclude
things I cannot guarantee
I am just a recluse

Cannon made of fire
Brought down all the people
Yes it was because
we were never equal
Standing on the sun
The flames you can keep em
Fighting for their right
The shadows and the lamp posts
Broken and fade with time
Overnight
All misdiagnosed
What is this crime
What is this crime
Keep the weak oppressed
Make em climb the mountain of time
Only to tumble
Just to feel blessed
Inclined to confess
Every time that they crumble
Now they can impress
Eucalyptus
Ha, that's just a plant
But it can leave you breathless
A simple little way 
They find it enchanting
Now let me compress
My means and thoughts
All these things we possess
All the material
Then the Mental
And some Spiritual 
Control all the people
Some mythical creation
Love one another
I can tell you
Is what you need to profess

No its not how they thought of thee
It's how they think of me
When they hide behind
Blackened fragile blinded eyes
You can find sometimes
It's hard to see
When you stop yourself
From gazing through unbiased seas
Of our consciousness and dreams
Searching for an answer
When your dancing in the rain

I came to a room
Made of darkness
Made of light
Across all the vastness
One simple thing
All to see clear
That's what she told us
As we entered
Started resting
Want to consume
The Beauty everywhere
Created your madness
Greatness and doom
Where can we run to
When we lose
Everything we hold so dear

Swirling were my thoughts
As we approached the blackness
No I could not tell
What it was
Or what could be
Materials and obscenity
A number that is serial
We can not find our serenity