Yeah... how is it racist? I don't get what the BEEF is.

It's hiking across the country
looking for a bite to eat
you'd be surprised at the animals
and the people you'd meet

Rolling down that highway
with eyes fixed straight ahead
they have a caravan of cars
to bury the dead

I met a fireman
he said you never forget burning flesh
and the librarian said
do you have a card here?
I said I been coming here for weeks
don't you recognize me by now
I checked out a million books
just to get you to notice me

and coke cans and pop bottles
lined the streets like flowers instead
and this guy gave me a ride
I said this 'industrial waste sure stinks'
he said he likes that smell
'cause that's the smell of money
I said "well, mister money stinks, too."

Yeah.
it hardly matters
the sickness is killing my will
It does not matter
the tablets are full
but,
let's unravel the edge of time
where proofs and postulations rise
It doesn't matter, what might come true
It hardly matters.
It's simple enough to try
It does not matter

you won't even know who you are or what you're doing
just you and your shadow on the wall
you won't even get nothing for Christmas
no one will take you to the mall
you'll be alone.

you'll be waiting by the phone waiting for my call
you'll sit nervously waiting for it to ring
you'll be waiting by the phone hoping it will ring
but it won't ring
because I won't call.

you'll bite into your fingernails and spit them on the floor
yeah.
you won't have no fingernails no more
you'll think about the good times that we used to have
while staring at the cobwebs on your door
and you'll be all alone.

the clock will tick
and it will make you sick
as every moment of your life passes by
you'll contemplate suicide with a knife one night
and it won't be nice...
you'll be all alone.

yes.
no will be there to stop you.
no one to clear your head.
no one to talk to you out of it.
no one to hear the last words that you said.
no one will shed a tear.
no one will be there to find you dead.
because you'll be all alone.

Joining the world of missing persons
Missing enough to feel alright
Before the end of the world
tellin you love with all my might

smoke pouring from her lips
her eyes are shimmering
laughter comes from under the door
above the light shines some glow
she is beautiful to everyone
especially to me

dance with me in moonlight
I promise i'll be kind
big dipper, off in space, shivering
stars, winds, blankets, us

that was the last time
I ever saw her
through a car window with four others
she left me, and kept on walking
saddest day of my life
and I would have never known;
should have never known

until the day I died
I could have sworn I saw you cry
until the day I died
my love for you remained

you were right. you were right
you were right.
about everything.

Speaking to another world

Rather then this dying one

Love is not enough

It knows not what it is,

Creativity creates God

Art is the soul

The way...

at least I know.