Lyrics

[Intro: Eyedea] I want us to keep the head space Your eyes rolling into the back of your head, I like that That's Beautiful. We the head the space, we keep the head space, we keep our heads space. How does my head taste? Well, how does my head taste? I want to know how does the inside of peoples heads taste That's what ya' got Great! (Kristoff Krane) [Verse 1 : Eyedea] All you've got is, one light One more match How long is this illumination gonna last? I can't take it all the way back because I'm still breathing and weezing through the same demon's mask Don't even ask, spend the last weekend Not swimming in the bottom of a glass in the gene pool; Just start thinking And then you'll understand And then you stand under And then you over-stand, overthrow the whole plan and they wonder why you did it Well try to be committed The light is still flickering, I'm still listening The position stays the same, the chairs' arms mold But we're still infested with the bar codes; tomorrow knows I have sorrow for everyone who doesn't grow The sorrow grows in me so it makes the rest of me not grow So then we're in the same place and they feel sorry for me But, I'm so hollow, they can't follow the freedom that breeds it's own breathing (Are you guys laughing?) [Verse 2 : Eyedea] Don't laugh, don't laugh, I'm here on my behalf Let's split our genetic code down the road; you can take my half I've grafted, grafted, I'm plastic, my mask; I can't breath and so I gasp There's no need to even ask I fall asleep and then I grab Onto the math The mathematicians, the specific historians that have passed All the different boring Kevorkians storing glass Blade shattering lights and it's all in my path It's on my path but, I don't feel much wrath 'cos - It sits, it makes the whole position backup, then I ask what you came for My brain's sore, the rain pours, down on the same head but I stand upside down and walk on the floor Walk on the ceiling of the brain that's peeling back, I wanna see the insides - Wanna see the insight, wanna see what you lack But if you lack it, it's OK don't stay passive Practice that and eventually you'll understand how to land right, flat, on a mat, and understand the back And the front and the sides and the sides, and how to hide from your pride when it's time to open your eyes Knowing what's wise is not necessarily wisdom And if the world's gonna die bury me with them, I carry my vision; it's scary but there it is; incisions Apparative, a parentless, sexless, scentless; my apprentice is barely embarrassed by the, cherished moments, and so it exploded, I never load it That's why I hold it