| The Contradictions Listen to my heart rate, it fades And there's no way to the garden, horray for decay And you eat your children for insight, knowledge you find cheap The hidden beast emerges You come across a young one, and pick her feathers clean She was ripe for the picking, devouring the dream Since it's not the first time, burn the virgin mind Leave it lying helpless on the street Psychic funnels engulf me, burn memories in my mind I try to change the channels, but they withstand the test of time There's a con in every contradiction, in every circle of friends I will lead my people to the promised land When I hold my breath, I see you dance before my eyes Lay down my head to rest, a hunger hard to satisfy I was brought down by my knees Loneliness is alone without me And when put to the test My emptiness is best undressed |