Incubus
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.
And I can't help
but ask myself how much I'll let
the fear take the wheel and steer.
It's driven me before,
and it seems to have a vague,
haunting mass appeal.
But lately I am beginning to find
that I should be the one behind the wheel.
Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.
So if I decide to waiver my chance
to be one of the hive will I choose water
over wine and hold my own and drive?
It's driven me before and it seems
to be the way that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that
when I drive myself my light is found.
So whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeh.
Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive?
Would you choose water over wine....
hold the wheel and drive?
A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
at twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me. But I guess that it comes with the territory;
an ominous landscape of never ending calamity.
I need you to hear,
I need you to see that I have had all
I can take and exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same.
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate,"
cause' lately I've been thinking of combustication as
a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
and thinking so much differently.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same.
Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?
Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere,
maybe if we looked hard enough,
we could find a backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor.)
I see you in line, dragging your feet you have my
sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.
Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me
doesn't have a clue why he's waiting,
or what he's waiting for?
Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy.
Maybe if I look in my heart I could find a backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor.)
I see you in line, dragging your feet you have my
sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.
Meet me in outer space.
We could spend the night;
watch the earth come up.
I've grown tired of that place;
won't you come with me?
We could start again.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
Meet me in outer space.
I will hold you close,
if you're afraid of heights.
I need you to see this place,
it might be the only way that I can
show you how it feels to be inside of you.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
You are stellar.