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These rhymes sum up the best advice and take on this situation I call, "Life as I see it," I've ever heard.


Now you can go with it or against it.
No matter what you choose,
its already been scripted.
All the voices in it,
whispering choices in it,
they never say the same thing twice,
they call your name when they bring advice.
But which one will you listen to?
And will it push you short,
or just past what you're getting to?
Determines what you're getting to,
and how you're getting to it?
If you go with the flow,
you'll never know what you're doing,
and your life will be ruined.

The loneliness,
the solitude,
when the voices in the wind start calling you.
You can follow through,
you can fight the fear,
or you can pack up and leave if you don't like it here.
I have a habit of studying the static,
cuz I don't understand what you stand for.
See something that you need?
Reach out and grab it!
While I punch my smile until my hand is sore.
From now on this town is deserted.
The kids and the clowns have all left the circus.
The pain and the hurt is like dice to the game,
so I roll em and listen to them whisper my name.

And when the wind blows as hard as it blows right now,
all I can do is put my hood up and walk.
And when the wind blows as hard as it blows right now,
all I can do is close my eyes and talk.

Now it could be soft-core porn,
or max hardcore.
It could take your whole house,
did you check the back door?
Its sorta like God,
you can't see it or touch it,
but, when it all goes down,
you gonna feel the wrath of it.
Thats how the rapture was described,
a freezing night in Egypt,
when the first born died.
Your body was dessert,
until the wind was applied,
would've blew the apple off the tree,
if Eve hadn't lied,
spread seeds and disease,
throughout the world's tribes.
Listen when it whistles,
if you wish to survive.
Name another force,
that can get noon high,
but, gentle enough,
to push the cloud from the sky.
When the kids grew up,
they were scared to fly,
but, we all feel the day,
when we have to collide.
But, when I reap my whirlwind,
I hope I'm asleep with my girlfriend,
and feel no pain,
as my world then ends.

And when the wind blows as hard as it blows right now,
all I can do is put my hood up and walk.
And when the wind blows as hard as it blows right now,
all I can do is close my eyes and talk.

I don't wanna know,
leave me in the dark.
If I can't hold it,
then I can't tear it apart.
And it seems if everything I touch comes to pieces,
I toast to another head rush for when hell freezes.
Increase the dosage,
take me there.
Make me numb,
I don't want to care.
Turn your back,
turn towards the sunset.
Forget about the past,
the drama, the unrest.
I resent what inspires me,
the struggle between apathy and irony.
Trying to see, and its driving me to that place,
where every face gets erased.
You don't exist (no!)
Its just me and this fist,
that I used to beat and abuse my grin.
If I was a little bit more intelligent,
I would protect my skin from this wind.

And when the wind blows as hard as it blows right now,
all I can do is put my hood up and walk.
And when the wind blows as hard as it blows right now,
all I can do is close my eyes and talk.