Pure    Self contained    I can feel the weight of my body    As my voice strains    Densensatized    from beauty scenes    the enemy is the fear    that falls inbetween    INSOMNIAC    I sleep awake    Displaced from my unconsious state    UNMANAGEABLE    Refuse to break    I talk back    everyone needs a SCAPEGOAT    Someone to throw the rocks at       THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON    THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON    THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON       STAB    My soul is not for sale    I have not forgotten my past    But I will remove the nails    Force-fed your insecurities    I have bled with no regrets    For what I have said...before    Or for what...I plan to say next!       THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON    THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON    THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON       Odor of sanctity    is not what you smell on me    Can't make the dirty clean...    Control the magazine    Under the influence    I've learned to live with this...    So I will be your standard...of comparison       THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON    THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON    THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON       Your standard...for comparison