Did you ever have a dream About tears in a cylinder Or a fear of a Minotaur? Half man, half animal Emblematic of an inner war. Did you ever have a vision That split your psyche like light through a prism? Did you ever hear a rhythm That was so hypnotic you got lost to be never found in it? Jack Vaul is yappin' on and on again, Whacked out on the Klonapin, Laxin' on an ottoman, Raps - I got a lot of them Stacked up in the dollar bin... They don't know what I'm offering. Never had a promising career in modelling, I was never a model of clear headed qualities, But I made a promise to my peers I would follow that Dream that I had about the tears where I bottled them And hurled them into the ocean Thinking maybe you would find 'em But the lines been quiet for 18 years And I'm going from nice guy to nihilist, I'm Thinking of requesting another assignment; I could build temples I could slay giants And sit atop this broken metal planet like a pilot But all I've ever been is a writer. Since I was a little kid digging in the dirt I've always had a bit of an affinity for words. Found the concept of divinity absurd 'Til I felt the pull within the literary works. Stole the magic and I hid it in a verse Slid it in between a riddle and a curse. Told the masses I was driven by the churn of a Rhythm in the middle of the earth. Now everything's a puzzle and a game and a struggle And a strange blur of muddled everchanging colours on a page. I'm blowing bubbles in the rain, Trying to get my mind off the trouble in my brain. Coming to the stage with a stomach full of flames And the blood of all the ancients Running through my veins, I'll funnel all my rage through a live mic 'Til there's nothing left to say then it's 'night night'. If you really wanted you could be the reason that I stay around That I keep on breathing 'til the fade out That I keep from screaming on the way down And I don't have a map of my meaning But I'm working one out as I'm seeing All of these angels chilling with the demons on the playground. Now, whether for the right or for the wrong I tend to put a lot of myself into my songs, I tend to give a lot of myself and then I watch As everything I wanted just melts into the fog. I've gotta summon the courage to be strong and Crawl out from under the rubble to reform it. The last twenty hundred and something I've been dormant, Huddled in a bunker with nothing but these walls Four corners a torch and a greek chorus... Boy in a bubble discovers that he's formless, Read thoughts cover to cover and record 'em, One and none other is gonna move me forward. I'm on the one twos looking for a three four, If all of this is untrue, how long can I sleep for? I don't wanna come to, I just wanna dream more Under a slumber deeper than the sea floor... Contradict myself in every second sentence, Like every minute is infinite but every second's precious, Scribble a sketch and then I second guess it. Doublecheck the method and the set and setting, Spending all this time dwelling in my head I over-edit 'til I've shredded up the sentiment, so When it's all said and done its like I never even said it. It's all such a farce it's laughable, Everything, It's all just forces on particles playing out their parts in accordance with the laws, Their merry little dance shouldn't bother us at all But I can't keep calm when confronted by the thought That the things that we are don't last and are caught in Imaginary wars, man we're killing it. Seventy two bars filling up another cylinder. If you really wanted you could be the reason that I stay around That I keep on breathing 'til the fade out That I keep from screaming on the way down And I don't have a map of my meaning But I'm working one out as I'm seeing All of these angels chilling with the demons on the playground.