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I'm busy building buildings I'm talking towering towers I'm building five, ten cities a day That's twenty blocks every hour I drew that dot on the map Yeah baby it was me I'm constructing structures I don't need the instructions I'm nation-building, ground-breaking to self-destruction A vast and endless machine Of glass and steel and concrete and wire A new city I make the lights go out I'm busy building buildings A monument of desire I raised it and I'll raze An empire of fire I drew that dot on the map I drew that dot on the map I blew that dot off the map Yeah baby it was me

Do you know? I don't really like your friends Even though There's no reason to pretend I'm not the one you thought I was I'm not the one you're looking for I'm not the one Who knows how to fight The urge to complain Everything in flames Everything's all right Oh, just fuck it Well you know There are things we can't deny In the end Everything ends right on time If you think that this is wrong for you that this is not your life well I don't mind If you think that there is something else beyond this stupid fight well I don't care, I'm not that kind I don't think that there is anything to keep me here entwined Just habit, safe routine, and time

Would you like to write a letter and put it in the mail? Have it come back to you cos there's nobody there? Write a little note in a bottle set afloat pour your sad old heart out and throw it in the air I wrote a fuckin' letter / I hope it fuckin' finds you Dropped it in the gutter, I dropped it in a beer Do you think you'll get it? Do you think you'll read it? Hope this letter finds you cos nobody's here I scribbled down a letter / I never knew your address Dropped it in a mailbox / I put it in a hole I got a message for ya / It's right here in my pocket Left it on my nightstand / I dropped it in the road I wrote a fuckin' letter / I hope it fuckin' finds you In a hollow tree / It's hidden in a wall It's folded in a paperback / It's hanging by a thumbtack I hope this letter finds you or anyone at all Would you like to write a letter? Do you got something to say? Will you feel a little better? No one reads 'em anyway

Everybody wants to say "Hey let's have a good time" Everybody knows how to act When they are on fire Once there was a time We thought we were all right Everything is out of control So let's have a good fight Everybody wants to say "Hey I'm the good guy" Everybody wants to know How to tell a good lie Once there was a time We thought we were all right Everything is out of control So let's have a good fight Nothing lasts or so they say We don't build things anymore We can't fix shit when it breaks We can't get anything done Nothing lasts or so they say We don't build things anymore We can't fix shit when it breaks Just fuck it and buy another one

Do you know what keeps me awake in here? It's the transmission plucked from the atmosphere There's a voice out somewhere in the static Frequency shifts make the wave erratic Rise up, rise up / Rising out of the silence (listen close) / Connect the dots of the science Rise up, rise up / Climbing out from the silence (listen close) / Fragmented audio violence Do you know what keeps my feet on the ground? It's the open channel searching for the sound In the dark there's a signal that I hear It's the transmission plucked from the atmosphere Rise up, rise up / Rising out of the silence (listen close) / Connect the dots of the science Rise up, rise up / Climbing out from the silence (listen close) / Kinetic audio tyrants Rise up, rise up - Communication is clear Rise up, rise up - The whisper that I fear Rise up, rise up - (The silent hammer drops)

I bought a book, yeah you were in it And so was I, yeah, we were in it Another book there on the shelf in case I need it I read a book, I cracked the spine I jumped inside, lost track of time I lose my place and flip ahead To a new chapter I sold a book, yeah you were in it And so was I / So that's goodbye Another book stacked in a milkcrate For a dollar The fiction Of the moment The fiction The fiction now is that I'm right here with you But I'm busy being somewhere else The fiction now is that I'm right here with you But I'm somewhere being somebody else I brought too many books to this party I won't have time to get to 'em all Build a wall by the chair in the corner A paperback 'til it's time to withdraw

Leave the engine running Let it idle I'll be right back Just got to run an errand Rent a movie, grab a snack 15 minutes, maybe 20 Promise I won't be gone too long Turn up the radio and you Won't even hear the engine run I think the landfill's full I hope there's a little space for me I've got all of this shit in my garage I'll bury it in the park for free No vacancies at the graveyard I hope I get a spot to lie down Bury me just a few inches deep I just want to go to sleep Nobody wants to take the bottles back for the refund The supermarket's too damn far away too far Nobody wants to recycle all of the paper Pile the boxes in the backseat of my car

Well I don't really think you / Hold the secret key to Everything encrypted / Everything in full view And you know I want to / Whisper secrets to you Your bones and teeth sing / Everything is missing Well I want to speak in / Secret code to you Encode and transmit it / Hidden here in plain view And you know I want to / Whisper secrets to you Your bones and teeth sing / Everything about you We lock our fingers; nothing can undo this I want to whisper words in your ear

There is no one left / Their tales untold The air is thin up here / And the trail's gone cold The narrow pass awaits / Daylight has grown old Like a needle through a thread / I've got a trembling hold Drop everything and run I've got no one else / to share this heavy load Lean into the wind / And climb this broken road Echoes frozen still / Embedded in this stone Fingernail the ledge / Trying to let it go Drop everything and run Drifts of cast-off bone / And the sun is gone The Age Of Man has passed / And there is no dawn There is no escape / From this wintersong I don't have the strength / To carry on