It is what it is
This hair
These clothes
A shell over what's real
Get down to the energy
The life
That's always the same
Wants the same things
All else a distraction

All these people strugglin
Who struggles in a real community?
Eighteen and you're independent
And can't depend on anyone
We're still moving toward the gold rush
Taking the family that will fit on your caravan
But what do you do when it's fools gold?
Play the fool and tickle the man
You're a long way from Kansas, son
There's strength in numbers, delusions, and drugs

There's too much going on again
A nap's a sweet escape
No day off in 3 or 4 weeks
I'm starting to go insane
A cluttered room is a cluttered mind
One day in seven for rest is best
Or at least one day in ten would do
I can't produce so low on juice

They've come to you for interference
Don't play the nihilism card
Your thumb on the hose is building up pressure
150 pounds and I pop
And we'll all get sprayed

I see a gong and I just want to hit it
Thousands of years and it all turns to dust
Is that really all there is?
I want to love while seething
Have courage while fearing
Smile while crying
I don't want banal bliss
I want to be moved
Is that all there is?

They come here to be invisible
They came here to live in the fog
The mind is full of lies
That paint the world in shades of black
The only way to kill the spark
Is a chemical blend of ennui
That numbs the pain of the night
And gives you an itch to scratch in the morning

All we have is today, this moment
What you are doing now
Determines your future
Your thoughts are merely bones
With no meat
Castles in the sky
What can you do right now
To be a better person?

Stomach knotted red faced
Go away head case

If I can see it
I can be it
If I can dream it
I can do it
Where there's a will
There's a path
Where there's work
There is reward