I'm a self-appointed "blind" missionary
Positiong myself to steer this bull
With red eyes and fake blood into the pop wall
My sacred ground is found to be moonlighting
As a well-painted bathroom stall
My earth-shattering message is just a mating call
All the sweat in the world won't make a house out of feathers
Nor will good temperament adjust the weather
The variables are perfect; it's the equation that sucks

You want my arms, not my mouth?
Then why do you have to ask my permission to box me out?
You're boring yourself into inspiration while here's me
Holding up a flag for a country I don't live in
(Trying to rap a cause without a ribbon)

You scientists, you lovers have the same blood as brothers plus bad haircuts
Thanks for the laughs, I'm slipping into a more comfortable me one harmony at a time
I got used to playing the bench that I stopped writing rhymes
Data Entry: Believe it, the world needs people like me
Perhaps I'm losing interest with the situation at hand
Trying to beat democracy into a one-man band

I've toured across the entire United States, played 32 shows straight
Is that a big deal? No, but everywhere I go, kids are telling me
"I like the songs that you do, you should rap more."
I tell them rap is whack, store their comments in the back of my brain
And walk quietly, carry a big sticker with only my band's name
Everytime I think I'm being silenced and I've got something important to say
I remind myself why I bear a synth and walk this way
If one of us should stray, start hogging the spotlight
It won't be long before the team spirits give way to spite
But what do I do if I don't think we rock the spot right?
How long do I have to find myself in something I don't write?

And I've been lying to myself - there's no team, no group effort
We grew apart despite maintaining a communist image
Our living conditions and responsibilities have become so varied
That any hopes of a unified message should be buried Conversation is now forever laced with the things that we carry
And a solo record can turn a pack of wolves into a dogfight, you'll see
The wolf I invited to dinner is having me


Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

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