Wires In My Head

I've got wires in my head and I don't know why,
wires in my head that go beep in the night,
wires in my head, and monitors on my right,
I've got wires in my head and I wanna know why.

I'm laying in this room that's all painted white,
laying in this room, and I just wanna cry,
laying in this room, and I'm afraid I've died,
I'm laying in this room that's blindingly white.

Damn Good Beat

give me a reason to nod my head,
make it a good tune and throw the words away,
give me a good reason--I'll let me be led--
it doesn't matter what your lyrics say;

hand me a prewritten excuse
to loosen up and tap my feet,
intoxicate my aimless muse:
give me a damn good beat.

give me a reason to step back in line,
a pretty face might just be enough
give me a good reason--I'll give you a sign--
no need to be deep, I'll drown in fluff

hand me a ticket for unlimited use
to dive into her deep,
and my mind you can abuse:
give me a damn good beat.

give me a reason to fade into the crowd,
to drop my ego and pick up their ways,
give me a good reason--I won't be loud--
to lose my colors and wear their greys;

hand me a face that's just like theirs,
bribes to keep playing it on repeat,
make us public and our emotions shared:
give me a damn good beat.

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a rule that rules the fiction
for no rule can bind my diction.

a change that changes my method,
but it cannot hide the message.

we are the human document,

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And once again,
  yesterday,
    in the restaurant,
      yesterday
        in the restaurant,
          a figure,
            clothed in a suit of light,
              adorned,
                distinguished,
                  dark and distinct...

                      It must have been the devil.
                        Oh,
                          had he extended his hand,
                        I would have gone with him.

                    And,
                  yesterday,
                he met my gaze

            Today,
          he smiled.

      I eagerly
    wait,
  for tomorrow.