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(Hello? Hello? Oh. Can I get a mic check? Word up.)An extension of oneselfMusic from the cable that attaches the heartBrainFingersAnd eyelidsAnd words made entirely of musical notesDance between my ears and work their way out my mouthThe brain beats and clicksA beautiful computer that is capable of making me cry LaughLoveHateYearnWatch and learnGather informationTo build my own defenses for this hostile environmentI can un-predict a thousand things in a dayStarting with the future and then moving on to better thingsA holocaust handshake, I pitch it for impossibleIgnorant enough to handle bliss in its entiretyComputers come to life, a birth inside a monitorLetras de cancionesUmbilical the plastic covering, gold and copper wiringA sea of random numbers, a world of ones and zeroesIt's only been a day but I already miss the treesA white on white roomA painting of a cityscapeFilling the hole Of where a window would normally standA faux fur coat Upon my shouldersVoid of any color or comfort But they're all the sameThere's a pattern painted up on my foreheadIt goes red circle White circleRed circleRinse and repeatA bottle filled with nothing but your childhood nightmaresIs gathering dust on the windowsillI won't pull the stopper -- I promise!If a picture's worth a thousand wordsI've only got three photographs here in my notebookAnd I've never been much of an optimistSo when life gives me lemonsI throw them at carsA place to hang your hat, a better window Dressing from the soul My face inside of makeup Get somebody for the hole in your heartBut these words are just dust in the windThere one moment, gone the nextAnd followed by another setA heart of gold never bleedsAn eye of glass never seesAn iron lung never breathesSo say hello to diseaseYou have to die to be freeYou have to cry to believeYou have to lie to deceiveBut wait a minute...You have to do as you're toldSo shut your mouth till you're oldAnd spend a day in the coldAnd you'll regret what you soldYou have to mean what you sayThey always say since the dayAnd if this song sounds apologeticI apologizeI can un-predict a thousand things in a dayI can un-predict a thousand things in a dayI can un-predict a thousand things in a dayI can un-predict a thousand things in a dayBut these words are just dust in the windsBut these words are just dust in the windsBut these words are just dust in the windsBut these words are just dustA drift sad sucker on the side of the roadWith a penny for a revolution that'll never comeA day to day life where you never feel guiltyAnd a cardboard sanctuary"Comfy?"Not really!But I'm not a visionaryHell, I can hardly seeBut I'm blind enough to know appreciation when I see itAnd I can never tell the story like I shouldBut I un-predicted that so it looks like I'm on my way From Letras Mania