V1
Sometimes I feel like I’m the righteous man,
Sometimes I feel like I’m the weak,
Sometimes I share a plate with demons when I sleep--
The morning mirror, brushing teeth,
The face that’s staring back at me
Is still mine--but I think I broke the mind that rides behind it.
I’m a fried circuit board wired up with nerves,
Plus a CPU that can’t compute what this life is worth.
I guess the lesson’s that perspective is leveraged
By the few that see their bowling alley drinks as reflective of heaven
(or the dude’s Zen Buddhist approach),
But I am plagued by the rage that boils and festers through the course of the day,
I feel the frustration of a fucking life wasted,
Cultivating paper cuts to make this other fuck some paper.
I feel the shame of being human eating tuna products.
I feel the shame of white privilege--that’s just being honest.
I feel shame at being me when I see squandered promise,
So I crumple up, surrounded by the storm,
Infected by my thoughts.

Hook:
Still waters run deep, and it’s quiet in the eye of the storm,
No one here but myself reflecting on
All the things that I’ve done, and the person I’ve become,
And I wonder how the hell I’m supposed to weather this storm.

Still waters run deep, and it’s quiet in the eye of the storm,
No one here but myself reflecting on
All the things that I’ve done, and the person I’ve become,
And I wonder if there’s hope for those warped by the storm.

V2:
Have you ever felt like a caged fucking animal?
Ever stared into face of madness and smiled?
Ever taken a life? Lived one, or even tried?
Ever felt insane with burning rage inside?
I’m not surprised we failed at turning out how our parents expected,
Cuz everybody’s fucking crazy, just refusing to accept it--
Eyes ajar, set wide in fear, feeling feral--
A warrior’s honor doesn’t matter when machines kill heroes, yo,
Let this hit your ear hole: I’m not my fuckin’ khakis,
Or the contents of my wallet--so leave me the fuck alone,
I just wanna be hermit, but I’m infected like the boar
Whose godly spirit births a demon--I side with Mononoke
If I side with any folks--they mostly focus on the bullshit.
So I sit alone and watch the storm clouds roll in,
Me, myself, and I, in the eye of the storm,
Filled with endless hate and rage
And no one else to place this blame upon.

Hook