Burning Man

        I've been falling apart.
        You know I've been coming undone
        Sometimes I can't believe my luck
        Cause I don't have no one.
        As I go thru my day
        Sometimes I can't find away
        To express my inner distress
        I've come undone.

        There's a sanctum of the mind that I've left behind
        I wonder where I'll find some space
        I need some time I need to undwind
        I'm like a machine for survival
        I need a new arrival

        Used to be the proud strong silent type
        Now I feel alone in my own inner plight
        I'm no longer that youthful lad,
        Didn't matter what it was I was just glad.
        I just had.

        Now I'm obliged to this adult mess.
        World speeding up in a unconcious stress.
        There media flashing the meridian world,
        Across my mind..
        No wonder there is no place I can find.

        War and Starvation
        I'm living in a priveleged nation
        But I'm not one of those lucky fool's
        Who's life is just set follow the rules
        It's in ruins.
        No path mathematical path marked by a thousand signs...
        Oh yes it's really hard to tell what's mine.

        A lot of day's I wake with a headache.
        It's the silence that is my in my mind
        Someday's I don't see away
        That will make this seem like a different day
        It's all the same this lame shame
        So many people to play thi8s plotting game
        The stock's they rise and they fall
        Eye's see the kid's do another lap of the mall.

        There's so many lights in this town
        There is so many shiny car's around
        Driving here and driving there..
        There are people everythere...
        Sign people following sign's going up,
        Sign puebla following sign's going down.
        One man's grief, another's glory
        When you're getting lucky,
        Some bodies going down,
        Even if you don't see it clown.

        The internet is being beamed optically
        The gas is being piped constantly
        The nanochip...science unseen
        If they could copy me, then what would I mean.
        The A.C. is on if the heater is off,
        We like it soft.
        So much of this life is Micro cropped
        The want to put a bill at every gate.
        You'll just alway's be a second to late,
        Maybe you think that we're far to fat to be saved.
        But I think we should watch the road,
        Even if it's Paved.