Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy ?
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore ?
Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere, maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor.

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(Find yourself a backdoor)
I see you in line, dragging your feet you have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.

Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me doesn't have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's waiting for ?
Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy.
Maybe if I look in my heart I could find a backdoor.

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Will I ever get to where I'm going ?
Will I ever follow through with what I had planned.
I guess it's possible that I have been a bit distracted and the directions for me are a lot less in demand.

Will I ever get to where I'm going ?
If I do, will I know when I am there ?
If the wind blew me in the right direction would I even care ?
I would.

I take a look around; it's evident the scene has changed.
And there are times when I feel improved upon the past.
Then there are times when I can't seem to understand at all and yes it seems as though I'm going nowhere... really fucking fast

Blink and you miss a beat. Keep one of your eyes open at all times.
Think that you're on the brink ? The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan.
Consequence you'll see will be stranger than a gang of drunken mimes.
Situation has a stink. Better clear the air before your son becomes a man.

Blink. Everything's been augmented, you've been left so far behind.
Think, for sure, next time you should wear a pair of eyes in the back of your head.
Consequence you've seen has been stranger than sci-fi of any kind.
Situation baffles me. I guess it's true you too are one of the walking dead.

You better think fast. Cause' you never know what's comin' around the bend.
You better not blink!
For Consequence is a bigger word than you think.

It's bigger than you or me

I'd like to close my eyes and go numb but there's a cold wind coming from the top of the highest high-rise today.
It's not a breeze cause' it blows hard. Yes and it wants me to discard the humanity I know, watch the warmth blow away.

Don't let the world bring you down. Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive experience the warmth before you grow old.

Do you think I should adhere to that pressing new frontier? And leave in my wake a trail of fear.
Or should I hold my head up high and throw a wrench and spokes by leaving the air behind me clear ?

Don't let the world bring you down. Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive experience the warmth before you grow old

It's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again (x 2)

When it comes, it comes abrupt. When it feels, it feels like trading brains with an imbecile... for real.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static and not buying philosophies that are sold to me, at a steal.

Just when you thought it was safe to think, in comes mental piracy!
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me. I wish they all would stop trying cause' what I want and what I need, is and will always be free.

It's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again.
It's comin' around again they're letting it out again.

When it comes, it comes unannounced. And it feels like a matador is taunting me with his reddest red cloth and I am the bull.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static and not eating the bullshit that's being fed to me no more... cause' now I'm full.

Just when you thought it was safe to think in comes mental piracy!
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me. I wish they all would stop trying, cause' what I want and what I need is and will always be free

Meet me in outerspace
We could spend all night watch the Earth come up
I've grown tired of that place
Won't you come with me ?
We could start again

How do you do it ? To make me feel like I do
How do you do it ? It's better than I ever knew

Meet me in outerspace
I will hold you close if you're afraid of heights
I need you to see this place
It might be the only way
That i can show you how it feels to be inside of you

How do you do it ? To make me feel like I do
How do you do it ? It's better than I ever knew
You're stellar

If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow.
If I hadn't assembled myself, I'dve fallen apart by now.
If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow.
Powers that be would have swallowed me up, but that's more than I can allow.

If you let them make you, they'll make you papier-mache.
At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes then you crumble and blow away.
If you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay.
But rest assured, they'll screw you complete til' your ass is blue and grey.

You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live, why not try and make yourself ?

If I hadn't made me, I'dve fallen apart by now.
I won't let em' make me, it's more than I can allow.
So when I make me, I won't be papier-mache.
And if I fuck me, I'll fuck me in my own way.

You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live, why not try and make yourself ?
Make yourself

Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.
And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.

It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal.
But lately I am beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel.

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.
So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive ?

It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found.

So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.

Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive ?
Would you choose water over wine, hold the wheel and drive ?

Today, everything was fine. Until roundabout, quarter to nine, I suddenly found myself in a bind.
Was it something I said ? Something I read and manifested that's getting you down ?
Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye, I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried.

Say what you will, say what you mean.
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.

Tomorrow, what price will I pay? Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed? Would you then gimme the time of day ?
I need a map of your head, translated into English so I can learn to not make you frown.
You'd feel better if you'd vent, put your frustrations into four letter words and let them out on mine, the most weathered ears in town.

Say what you will, say what you mean.
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean

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To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold, utopian dream.

You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said, I miss you ?

I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.

Pardon me while I burst (x 2)

A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twenty-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory
An omnious landscape of never-ending calamity
I need you to hear, I need you to see
That I have had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definate possibility to me

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So pardon me while I burst into flames
I've had enough of this world and it's people's mindless games
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same

Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees
I said, "I can relate", 'cause lately I've been thinking of combustion
As a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently

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Never be the same

Pardon me while I burst into flames
Pardon me (x 3)

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Pardon me I'll never be the same

To resist is to piss in the wind.
Anyone who does will end up smelling.
Knowing this, why do I defy ?
Because my inner voice is yelling
There is a fist pressing against anyone who thinks something compelling.
Our intuit we're taught to deny, and our soul we're told is for selling.

Get out from under them... resist and multiply...
Get out from under precipice and see the sky.
Get out from under them... Resist, unlearn, defy...
Get out from under precipice and see the sky