A Better Place - clipping.

If ever you find yourself beaten and broke

And can’t feel the whip for the weight of the yoke

And fear that the night will not turn into day

Remember the darkness will show you the way

It’s a long way away, it’s a long way away

And I’m all alone along a long

Long long long long long long way

Inside the mind of a man is a massacre

Made up of many a miniature message

And misses the most of it

So convoluted, design for disaster

It’s making the best of a universe

Far too expansive to cope with

And he never chose nor was chosen

By metrics that make any sense

And the senses are numbed by emotional stresses

There must be a, better place to

Be somebody, be somebody else

Who got time on a string, on a finger?

Nothing to remember but the passage of it

Who got time to let anything linger?

Where it hovers, surely you will learn to love it

Who got time for this love shit anyway?

Gotta survive, isn’t that mess enough for him?

There must be a, better place to

Be somebody, be somebody else

Set a course, it’s a bet upon an endless

Roulette wheel odds are ungodly

As are the odds of the body

Making it through and surviving the gravity shift

The gravitas of which is lost

From the lost thoughts of a being ch-ch-chopped

To a bite size in the light eyes

Beggin' don’t eat the messenger

The messages and SOS and other S’s

In the language where it goes

There must be a, better place to

Be somebody, be somebody else

And somebody gotta keep watch where the watch stops

He talks about his pops in polarity

Fingers fantasize of rocks there will never be

«Land ho!"likely

Lest a hole in the mantle of Heaven

He’s demanding the evidence for something

That maybe never was for anyone

He’s missing something pretty

He’s missing where the air tastes gritty

He’s missing the splendor and misery

Of bodies, of cities, of being missed

There must be a, better place to

Be somebody, be somebody else

Flesh is weaker than the metal, it is true

But the metal’s being moved into a thing it doesn’t do

Circuitry is only serviceable as much as it is used

So why don’t you use it?

'Til you use it up, abuse it

It is strong, it can take it if you can’t

Your sinews are more intuitively designed for dance

Well, it set up a random course safely away from suns

Four-hundred and twenty-three

By a hundred and twelve by fifty-one

There must be a, better place to

Be somebody, be somebody else

Inside the mind of a man is a mystery, made up of these centuries

Of mistakes he believes are important to be

Part of his DNA, calls it history

Species with memories longer

Don’t bother with sweating the old shit

Maybe it’s this time-bound conscience

That keeps him out pushing through nothing

With only the hope brought on by this belief that

There must be a, better place to

Be somebody, be somebody else

Are you ready to go?

Are you ready to go yet?

Let’s go

Are you ready to go yet?

Let’s go

Are you ready to go?

Are you ready to go yet?

Let’s go

Are you ready to go yet?

Let’s go

Are you ready to go?

Are you ready to go yet?

Let’s go

Are you ready to go yet?

Let’s go

There must be a, better place to

Be somebody, be somebody else

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