big as your battles. Rattle my cage with your shadow. I'm a phantom-weight with a mouth full of feathers, Don't you know that what comes around goes around? I'm
: Mr. Richards, your position Is a messenger pigeon Left behind you when the camp moved on. We thought that you would listen But the words had never
dance-floor like you just don't care Look at what I've found Everybody look around Everybody looking like they just don't care, oh Give me the sound Well I'm
: Everybody here Comes from somewhere But they would just as soon forget and disguise At the summer camp where you volunteered No one saw your face,
it's ready to explode Accelerate to make it slow Make it go Accelerate to make it slow Make it go I'm incomplete I'm incomplete I'm incomplete.