Soundtrack to the Personal Revolution

I can still hear the frea behind your last gasp, even above the flat slaps of my thumbs against this desk. You take a moment to rewind in your mind: if only you hadn't opened that hole beneath your nose. I'm talking to a walking wall following a faul

I'm afraid you failed this term. We can meet again on my terms. You don't quite make the grade. Your pleas, your opinions do not mean a thing. You preen yourself in the eyes of all. One call and it all comes down. Your insolence. Your world of you. O

I'm Staring into the sun, waiting for it to fall down. I've collapsed over this madness. My hair has been pulled out. I've tried, but to no avail. Me is resting. I Finish. Words cannot convince the mind when I can't believe my eyes. Who am I kidding?

And now I'm getting bored of laughing out loud We wear ego like a shroud And we won't shut up Yeah, we've got it figured out this time, we're sure Indecision blessed Put our minds to rest, onto the next term November 7th was just another day for the

I'm walking through the door And I know what I'm going to see Once I get around the bend I know what I'm going to get Through the wall after one hour has passed The door will slam I know whose car is going to take off after that Stone wall, your vice

Consume. Defecate. Consume again. Hollow and empty. Consume. And this is where we're at. Running in reverse. I'll tell you what you need to be through what you own. Through what controls your mind, your life. Define yourself in my holy image. The thi