Incubus Lyrics - Make Yourself

Privilege
Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?
Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere,
Maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor.)

I see you in line, dragging your feet
You have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.

Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me
Doesn't have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's waiting for?
Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy.
Maybe if I look in my heart I could find a backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor.)

I see you in line, dragging your feet
You have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.

Nowhere Fast
Will I ever get to where I'm going?
Will I ever follow through with what I had planned.
I guess it's possible that I have been a bit distracted
And the directions for me are a lot less in demand.

Will I ever get to where I'm going?
If I do, will I know when I am there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction
Would I even care?
I would.

I take a look around; it's evident the scene has changed.
And there are times when I feel improved upon the past.
Then there are times when I can't seem to understand ar all
And yes it seems as though I'm going nowhere...
Really fucking fast.

Consequence
Blink and you miss a beat. Keep one of your eyes open at all times.
Think that you're on the brink? The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan.
Consequence you'll see will be stranger than a gang of drunken mimes.
Situation has a stink. Better clear the air before your son becomes a man.

Blink. Everything's been augmented, you've been left so far behind.
Think, for sure, next time you should wear a pair of eyes in the back of your head.
Consequence you've seen has been stranger than sci-fi of any kind.
Situation baffles me. I guess it's true that you too are one of the walking dead.

You better think fast! 'Cause you never know what's comin' around the bend.
You better not blink! For consequence is a bigger word than you think.
It's bigger than you or me.

The Warmth
I'd like to close my eyes and go numb
But there's a cold wind coming from
The top of the highest high-rise today.
It's not a breeze 'cause it blows hard
Yes and it wants me to discard the humanity I know
Watch the warmth blow away.

Do you think I should adhere
To that pressing new frontier?
And leave in my wake a trail of fear(?)
Or should I hold my head up high
And throw a wrench in spokes by
Leaving the air behind me clear?

Don't let the world bring you down
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive
Experience the warmth before you grow old.

When It Comes
It's comin' around again
They're lettin' it out again, again.
It's comin' around again
They're lettin' it out again, again.
When it comes,
it comes abrupt.
When it feels, it feels like trading brains
With an imbecile...for real.

Yes I feel emphatic about not being static
And not buying philosophies that are sold to me,
At a steal.

Just when you thought it was safe to think,
In comes mental piracy!
What I'm looking for
Cannot be sold to me.
I wish they all would stop trying
'Cause what I want and what I need,
Is and will always be free.

It's comin' around again
They're lettin' it out again, again.
It's comin' around again
They're lettin' it out again.
When it comes,
It comes unannounced.
And it feels like a matador is taunting me with his reddest
Red cloth and
I am the bull.

Yes I feel emphatic about not being static
And not eating the bullshit that's being fed to me no more...
'Cause now I'm full.

Just when you thought it was safe to think
In comes mental piracy!
What I'm looking for
Cannot be sold to me.
I wish they all would stop trying,
'Cause what I want and what I need
Is and will always be free.

Stellar
Meet me in outer space.
WE could spend the night;
Watch the earth come up.
I've grown tired of that place;
Won't you come with me?
WE could start again.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?

It's better than I ever knew.
Meet me in outer space.
I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights.
I need you to see this place, it might be the only way
That I can show you how
It feels to be inside of you.

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
You are stellar.

Make Yourself
If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow.
If I hadn't assembled myself, I'dve fallen apart by now.
If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow
Powers that be would have swallowed me up,
And that's more than I can allow.
If you let them make you, they'll make you papier-mache.

At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes
Then you crumble and blow away.
If you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay.
But rest assured, they'll screw you complete
'Til your ass is blue and grey.

You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to life,
Why not try and Make Yourself?
If I hadn't made me, I'dve fallen apart by now.
I won't let 'em make me, it's more than I can allow.
So when I make me, I won't be papier-mache.
And if I fuck me...I'll fuck me in my own way.

You should try to make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live,
Why not try and Make Yourself?
Make yourself.

Drive
Sometimes, I feel the fear of
Uncertainty stinging clear.
And I can't help but ask
Myself how much I'll let the
Fear take the wheel
And steer.

It's driven me before, and it seems to
Have a vague, haunting mass appeal.
But lately I am beginning to find that
I should be the one behind the wheel.

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'l be there
So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own
And drive?

It's driven me before and it seems to be the way
That everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that
When I drive myself
My light is found.

So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes. Yeh.

Woud you kill the Queen to crush the hive?
Would you choose water over wine...
Hold the wheel and drive?

Clean
Today, everything was fine.
Until roundabout, quarter to nine,
I suddenly found myself in a bind.
Was it something I said? Something I read
And manifested that's getting you down.

Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye,
I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried.
Say what you will, say what you mean.
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.

Tomorrow, what price will I pay?
Could I make it all up to you
By serving coffee for two in bed?
Would you then gimme the time of day?
I need a map of your head, translated into English
So I can learn not to make you frown.

You'd feel better if you'd vent, put your frustrations into four letter words
And let them out on mine, the most weathered ears in town.
Say what you will, say what you mean.
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.

Battlestar Scralatchtica

I Miss You
To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you.(?)

I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon.
but I need you to know that I care
And I miss you.

Pardon Me
A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twenty-three, on the verge of
Spontaneous combustion. Woe-is-me. But I
Guess that it comes with the territory; an
Ominous landscape of
Never ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have
Had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definite possibility
To me.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flames.
Pardon me, pardon me...I'll never be the same.

Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book and I saw a picture of a guy
Fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate," 'cause lately I've been thinking of combustication
As a welcome vacation from
The burdens of the planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flames.
Pardon me, pardon me...I'll never be the same.

Out From Under
To resist is to piss in the wind.
Anyone who does will end up smelling.
Knowing this, why do I defy?
Because my inner voice is yelling.
There is a fist pressing against
Anyone who thinks something compelling.
Our intuit we're taught to deny,
And our soul we're told is for selling.

Get out from under them
Resist and multiply!
Get out from under precipice
And see the sky!
Get out from under them
Resist, unlearn, defy!
Get out from under precipice
And see the sky!

All songs written by Incubus, copyright 1999.

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