From the recording College Radio: Alumni Edition
Lyrics
Take a minute: derivative, time no limit, it's climbing up the monastery
Rhyme as tributary, winding up the banyan root, the varied
Bind for which my xylem, phloem, and fluming room for tycoon carry
Rich the nutrient, it could have been good but overlooked by many
Truncated efforts weigh in with minimal fortunes
Glass-half-empty standards? I disbanded those proportions
Force 'em in with square-to-circle blockhole; saw them eyes of God, damn like
Why do all them humans falter? Cauterize foot, remove the boulder
Shoulder too far over, so get get over!
Left is for my kind, right? You're getting older
Me too, I see through timing passages to fit the measurement of measures been blessed
You need training wheels to handle bars
Bike, with two jaws, a mandible cause
My probable loss of air- the sayer
Pair, snare-loud circulation of bionic deliberation
Makes me wanna build edifices so dirt ain't needed
As a gravestone antecedent; treated to aficionado allegiance
Seated in the self-so-serving-self and not the corporate state
Or greater flag; throw in the rag or towel...star-spangled
Mouth bowels: some call it shit, others call it fertilizer
Miles it be from reaching frequencies that connect, affect, reject close minded one-way blinded beliefs
I'm sick and sticking euthanasic service
Waiting for the chance to flourish
But this peat and soil's far too tainted
Malnourished, statically walks the intermingled line
Blending with environment and "I don't really have the time"
Either see, defeated defeatist- the feat to be deceased
So here's your scapegoat if it burns down the ceiling
HOOK
It's all about the way in which you hold yourself
Despite the undercurrent's fervent curvature to stick the burden spur
To unassuming human furniture
That's aperture, the capturer of sane and stable nomenclature
Stature of a generation, lacking in investiture
The best deferred to second-best
The lexicon is empty; furthermore, the overture is undermining lest the opposition's crest
And I don't wanna fall a victim to
Natural Selection
Break! Uprooted from the comfort of a sofa quota; motor wasted
Basted in a marinade to fry the brain stem
The stick that's been mistaken as upright, stuck up the anus
But, I'm telling ignorant soccer moms to level up
Like one-up; auction off a life a misanthropic ideals
A life less selfish appeals to you and yours; I repeal
The feelings felt, that's jealous, dealt the house of cards that fell
For understanding basis; self-mandated circumstances
Tamper-evident the sealing, dealing arguments of beating 'round the shrubs and flora/fauna
Fight the future pre-madonna!
'Gonna pawn all unprogressive thoughts and actions, Sects and factions, and maybe then I'll grow webbed feet?
But then until then...
Take a palm and then swear on
The future and there on
The suitors who bear arms
Against the fence erected 'round the plot of land you stand on for the purpose to retain your unadapted self and act on nothing in congruence to the changing world
Or maybe it's the world that's changing you?
Or maybe that what's certain is the burden closing curtains is the learning versus learned: follow through
Now build!