Who cares about you If you live or die? All I need is me and my thoughts motion forward never backwards I'm fine For my momentum is hypnotizing My work exiling Let's speed up Without grace and running You've got a nail through your heart I'd say you've got a nail through your soul No wonder you are the way you are How many nails might have gotten through? Forty-five nails through the center of my thoughts Fifty-two nails if you count the ones through the heart For this is my parade I'm going to This is my parade and I'm not inviting you Warm weather troubles me I feel I'm guilty when I see the verdant green Bone dry, sparkle in the eye is a rare thing A sped-up world leaves little room for living things It never cooks the meals it eats Bone dry, patience tried wen the old cross the street