Dredge the life out of my flesh with pretty painted nails
Set my heart aflutter before it stops
Penetrate my temples with the spikes worn on your heels
Keep me guessing when the shoe will drop

The checks, they bounced for every gift I gave you but for one
You tore that up and went along your way
Can't become a father when you can't afford your son
And the price is climbing higher every day

When career surpasses progeny
the genocide begins
Carried out in the prison camps within

Plan my life before I'm born to help me grow up strong
Pay extra for the blueness of my eyes
Ship me off to distant places where I don't belong
Know that lengthy silence tells no lies

Success has made me want to take his life into my hands
Just so he won't turn into who we are
I know I'll have to pull him up as much as I can
With all of what has brought me down so far
I know he'll take it on himself to set on his own
and carry me to my fortune alone

Let your mind go around the planet or to Maywood or wherever. When you come back, t here's a real person at the end of it, when you get back. A person who can get up and take off himself right now if he wanted to. But he wants to be here. He's not sticking around to fuck with you. And at that moment, however you play into his plans, or lack thereof, you are good enough. As you live and breathe, it's you. It's because you live and breathe. It's your life, your breath, your sound.