(April 2005)

You ride the tide of the norm on the crest of the real
You avert your face, you turn your mind, you revel in liquid
There is no real information, there’s no expression
There is no real innovation, there’s just aggression

Don’t be – to be – don’t
Don’t be – to be – don’t
Don’t be – to be – don’t
Don’t be – to be

Why believe in the truth, when the truth is what you see and hear
Why believe in faith, where faith is what you are told
Why be a man, where what you are is what you’re led to believe
Embrace the freedom of imperfecton


Don’t be – to be – don’t Well my words cannot begin to help
Don’t be – to be – don’t And my mind can believe itself
Don’t be – to be – don’t But in arms we will not claim recourse
Don’t be – to be And I hate this death knell


Whatever happened to the commonwealth
I believe it’s because in the long-run we are dead, in the long-run we are nothing
All we know what to do is manipulate,
All we know how to do is populate

Don’t be – to be – don’t Well my words cannot begin to help
Don’t be – to be – don’t And my mind can believe itself
Don’t be – to be – don’t But in arms we will not claim recourse
Don’t be – to be And I hate this death knell