I'm a stuttering fool
I'm just a tool with bad complexion
But did I mention
I've lost my own attention
I've been deprived of all my senses
Shadows on the walls making faces
Voices in my mind leaving traces in my life
A simple four sunny cardboard stage
With sock puppets and toothpick fences
I'm tired of not having any money to buy new lenses
I've just been feeling so dense, so tense
So helpless and confused
My fuse is out, now all I've got is a noose
And I'll hang from this rope til I choke
And then come back to haunt you as a ghost
As a ghost...
And the days go by
And I'm still here, why am I here?
And the days go by
And I'm still here, why am I here?
And I'm still twiddling my thumbs
Staring at the crumbs
As the ants carry them along on their backs
With my legs crossed
And I don't look upon my face
And in lack of space
I'm a disgrace
Nothing more than a giant stain on this city
Everyone is so greedy
And I'm so needy
We're all afraid of rejection, but I need attention
Cause I'm the kind of person
That's pretty on the inside
But you have to get to know me
Really, really, really well
Really, really, really... well
Listen to your conscious, but don't do what it says
Listen!
Listen to your conscious, but don't do what it says
Listen to your conscious, but don't do what it says
Listen to your conscious, but don't do what it says
Listen to your conscious, but don't do what it says
Listen to your conscious, but don't do what it says
Listen to your conscious, but don't do what it says
Listen to your conscious, but don't do what it says
Listen to your conscious, but don't do what it says