I am no   starving artist with a goatee   living on the streets   prophesizing for the pennies   breaking down the beats   I am spoiled by the idea   life is just a shadow of what's real.      I have never   known pain past the primal   woken up to find   I am homeless in denial   and I wouldn't know   evolutionary survival   if Darwin bit my heels.      Oh I'm just a washed up clue   of what might have been   the next movement, or two.   Under different circumstances   I might have been huge   but thank your God I'm not.      I have seen   miracles I can't remember   I have seen hate   from January to December   those I thought were strong   so easily dismembered   and this verse is so cliche.      If you see me   be sure to look away quick   I might steal your soul   or make you semi-open-minded   I think as a people   we are gagged and we are blinded   but who am I to say?      Oh I'm just a washed up clue   of what might have been   the next movement, or two.   Under different circumstances   I might have been huge   but thank your God I'm not.      Because I hide my anger   under sadness   only God can fully feel.   And I am sad because   I've got it easy   life's a steal for me.   Though I'm told the world   will only disappear   I'd like to change it   while I'm here   and I am met with only   fear and disbelief.      I am no   epic poet with an ego   I post emo lyrics   like an instant message credo.   I was raised on PBS   so, baby, why don't we go   to the Land of Make Believe      Round these parts   I'm not threat to faith or reason   I am just a mammal   with a certain knack for breathin'   and committing random acts   of sodomitic treason,   knock your daughters   off their feet.      Oh I'm just a washed up clue   of what might have been   the next movement, or two.   Under different circumstances   I might have been huge   but thank your God I'm not.      Because I'd hate to cause   the moral rupture   of a country that is punctured   by a devil in disguise.   So you're right.   Blame the problems of this nation   on my own recruiting station.   Kill me fast and everything   will be alright.      Well I don't mean   to sound sarcastic, angry, or crass,   but I'm getting used to dead last   and the weight of my own words.   Let's forget I said a thing   and just ignore this.   Faith in earthly law is pure bliss.   So they say, and so tonight   we can't see the sky   for all the lights.