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If I may interrupt, and I may do that.
You say you'd like to figure some things out--
I say, too bad!
You could be out of your mind, too,
Bad news all you ever knew.
That is that, 1 + 1 is 2
Much of you will come through.

You say an emptiness you can't fill
Stresses the processes that guide you.
More like a nemesis you can't kill
That desperately wants itself inside you.

You can't forget it but you know you will
At least until something similar reminds you.
And even though you say you won't, still,
Mountains trump molehills
Even when they're behind you.

So we should ask them what they want
Like Montel Williams.
And if we get no response, we'll fucking kill them.
I could be out of my mind too. But
I'll do what I have to do:
Kick off my shoes and hide in my room 'cause
I know you will come through.
You'll come through. You'll come through.
You're gonna come through.

All your life is just a cup-and-ball game
With a ball gag when it's not a dry hump.
Oh, but when it rains, which is fucking always
You'll back down like a salted slug.

You spend all your nights on the telephone, talking all loud--
Have you ever tried shutting up?
I've watched your mind turn to Jello while your bank account drains--
Enough's enough!

Oh, can you hear me now?
Am I screaming?!
Save your teary howls, I'm just teasing.
You can be held against your will,
But you can't pretend to be yourself.
It IS that, it isn't the guts you spill
On the off chance you cast your spell.
But you could be of your mind too bad
It's the data you consume: That is it. One plus one is.
All of you must come through.
In the past tense, but for the truth,
You could have everything under one roof
Which covered up what the light couldn't lose
But the darkness needs to come through.

Does the sun move?
Is there more than one moon?
Will you come through?

credits

from Secret Thinking, released March 8, 2011
Matt LeMay, Thayer McClanahan, Graham Smith, Ryan Smith

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