Something’s Missing

Lyrics

I'm still kicking among the living Is this a gift or a sickness Gracious, angry, I can see through the hidden I'm not doing this I don't know why I can't seem to acquire a taste, it still burns my eyes Nothing goes as planned What would make someone ever wanna go back? A part of me wants to accept the fact that every being that breathes polluted breaths Deserves a clean spot in Heaven next to God, himself But then a different part of me, the part that wants to start a cult, my own following Feels like revolting against those who still hold us down If the carnal, territorial, ape-like instincts unfortunately chances Stem results too strong to become extinct from man Impulse will vary buried in the very deepest level of the tissue Yet some attribute this condition to variables so small and simple It's gonna take a miracle and a sterile pair of scalpels To break the external shell and tear a hole into the overall assumption Whoever said I'd let this go A slave inseparable to rebellion One day it will know what it wants to be when it grows into a conscience I don't have close to what it takes driving toward the unattainable To make me feel like I'm enough to make a difference in this place I call home It looks like I'm gonna have a couple tough decisions to make Without keeping to myself and not sharing what I hate I'm not sure if I was built, meant to feel this sense of guilt That sits impatiently between my nerve endings when I flirt with doubt After this relationship is necessary for some odd reason beyond a shadow of the filter that creates my own twisted point of reference Each diluted experience dances to illusion and lucid areas I can't wait until intention show both sides of their faces again I've learned predicting circumstances and picking weather over light that won't Shine through my window until the last night of my life If I could trade places I'm almost positive I wouldn't My projection of the best is always less when under the influence Here lies the honest reason for self-conscious abuse It's all less than it seems, never as good as it looks How do I really act when no one else is looking Bend the rules of hide-and-seek, we can call it peek-a-booing I'd like to reach the point of my point of view and then slip And then use it as a crutch once the puncture wound is healed again Sometimes you gotta let the bugs crawl all over you They love the precious blood, like I love the stingers, left to dry Karma's name is used only when I feel guilty So I clean myself dirty, just in the nick of time Have you ever woke up not knowing where you are? Not knowing who you are? Just knowing that you're far away from home Kill or be killed, closed fist and open mind But a reason to keep going, like a self to hold responsible No map or compass, just a message in the stars Touring an island that's been man-handled and built Count on me like the tiles on a the ceiling in denial Reaching up before the climax when the sky falls through the roof Thank you for the light Do I shine just like you wish? Your command still runs my life So I assume normal position I've lost every right connection between everything that seemed right So I guess you've earned the right to invade all my favorite spaces I try not to step on your toes when dancing off beat I got one foot in You got one foot out Where do I draw the line between a miracle or chance I put my life in your hands I put my life in your hands Nothing completes me Something's missing My guess is as good as yours I feel outta place Crossfire in a war The world revolves around me Only I can stop its spinning Only I can wear my welcome just enough for some to miss me Just enough there's something missing Something's missing Something's missing Something's missing My guess is as good as yours I feel outta place Crossfire in a war The world revolves around me