I'm about to explode
My insides keep getting towed
from side to side by a truck that's about to run off the road
When the blind lead the blind
how can we ever survive
A world where turbulence rewards the sum of turbulent times
Why can't you understand that I'll believe what I believe
and if you try to contradict me, I've a rabbit up my sleeve
and he will take you through the looking glass, and lead you straight to Alice
who's been drinking cya-kool-aid from a hemlock-coated chalice
Because people see much clearer after being to the brink and
after learning that the spoken word's a consequence of think-ing
But unfortunately it's become a consequence of drink-ing
games that leave us with a culture of erroneous hyperlink-ing
So the chronic mouse is clicking
and the chronic clock is ticking
and the chronic that you're smoking has a chronic way of sticking
to you
So your paranoia's obvious as a sequoia
and you stick out like a divorcee who doesn't have a lawya
You gave up your anonimity so you could prove me wrong
and now you're mad because I won't dance just because you sing your song
But a free concert isn't charity if I don't want to hear it
and don't tell me you can drive my life, shut up and let me steer it
If I get lost I have maps and I have Onstar on the dash
and I have food to last for decades and a wallet full of cash
So let me make my own mistakes and let me find out if I err
But wait 'til I come back defeated to give me your judgmental stare