Flailing about on the pavement Our legs torn off and our wings crushed Watch us fail We’ve no style We’ve no sense Watch us fail so very badly We can’t dance, we can’t move, We’ve got no funk and we’ve got no groove We’ve lost the plot, we’ve lost the beat We’ve got no rhythm, we’ve got lead feet, There’s a great big hole in our heart and soul, We can’t dance and neither can you We’ve eaten the poison We’ve drunk the kool-aid All we can do is jerk about We are so sick Hear us say: “Man, we are so sick” We can’t dance, we can’t move, We’ve got no funk and we’ve got no groove We’ve lost the plot, we’ve lost the beat We’ve got no rhythm, we’ve got lead feet, There’s a great big hole in our heart and soul, We can’t dance, and neither can you We can’t dance, and neither can you We can’t dance, and neither can you We can’t dance, and neither can you We can’t dance, and neither can you

I’m paper thin And on the other side of the paper I’m paper thin as well I’m just the same as I ever was If there is one difference The difference is in the difference I am so fragile A tiny world A system in balance And we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn I’m paper thin And on the other side of the paper I’m paper thin as well I’m different from the way I was And if you look for it You’ll see the difference is in the difference I am so fragile A tiny world A system out of balance And we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn and we burn, and we burn, and we burn, and we burn

Sitting in the back of Mr. Pewter’s car Dark glass Smooth ride Leather seats Minibar Somebody’s voice in my ear Moving across town to the new installation With the new team And the new goals And the new framework for ethics and choice “We make the change by being the change”π ———— I don’t understand the logic of what I do But I do know that the people above me Have made better decisions than I can ever make I don’t pretend to comprehend the complexities of the system It’s more complicated than someone like me could ever grasp But I do know that the order things are put in matters a lot And I know that just because two things are exactly the same it doesn’t mean that they are actually exactly the same “We make the change by being the change” ———— Sitting in the back of Mr. Pewter’s car Dark glass Walnut trim Stereo sound Multi-screen Rolling news in real-time Moving across town in a new direction With the new team And the new gods And the new framework for freedom and joy “We make the change by being the change” ———— Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants a palace made of glass? Who wants to separate the wheat from the chaff? Who wants a whole new language? Who wants electric bodies? Who wants to live forever? Who wants the view from the top? Who wants the engines running? Who wants to build the system? Who wants all of the data? Who wants their hand on the lever? Who wants to own their future? “We make the change by being the change”

The trees in the lamplight The grass in the lamplight The dark, the wind No room for touching There are no kisses The sky is black And my mind is full There’s no space for comfort There are no breaks in this thread Today is like yesterday And yesterday is like the day before … The spaces are empty The spaces are full And in between There are no kisses The grass in the lamplight My hand in the lamplight My hand is open And now it’s closed There are no kisses The sky is black The spaces are empty The spaces are full I look in my hand At all that I’ve gathered The wind blows hard It blows it away There are no breaks in this thread Today is like yesterday And yesterday is like the day before…