Pure
Self contained
I can feel the weight of my body
As my voice strains
Densensatized
from beauty scenes
the
enemy is the fear
that falls inbetween
INSOMNIAC
I sleep awake
Displaced from my unconscious state
UNMANAGEABLE
Refuse
to break
I talk back
everyone needs a SCAPEGOAT
Someone to throw the rocks at
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON
THE STANDARD
OF COMPARISON
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON
STAB
My soul is not for sale
I have not forgotten my past
But I will remove
the nails
Force-fed your insecurities
I have bled with no regrets
For what I have said...before
Or for what...I plan to say
next!
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON
Odor of sanctity
is not what
you smell on me
Can't make the dirty clean...
Control the magazine
Under the influence
I've learned to live with this...
So
I will be your standard...of comparison
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON
THE STANDARD OF
COMPARISON
Your standard...for comparison