I'd like to close my eyes and go numb
there's a cold wind coming from
the top of the highest high-rise
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
Or should I hold my head up high
and throw a wrench and spokes
leaving the air behind me clear?
Don't let the world bring you
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came
and while you're alive
experience the warmth before you grow
(on "Make yourself")