(0237) social politics

i made you a simple plate of sin
full of horribly vague transgressions
the paper looks incredible, but the ink is still the same
i know it's hard to memorize my name
but i found the perfect place
it's like an electronic maze
we search for each other all night and day
but we still don't know what we're supposed to say
we build up our happiness
until there's no meaning behind the feeling of a touch
i'm so aware, i couldn't fake this if i tried
there's nothing back behind these silhouettes
but an illusion of ourselves
i've walked this path way too many times

if this won't complicate my face, i'd like to say i'm far ahead
of this typical routine of waiting for a sign
i'm just a stranger in your mind
so come back and tell me what it was that you were holding in
i'll peel off my skin until you start to realize
that i will count back from infinity... if you want to... know me
i'll set myself on fire because there's nothing left to lose
i'm digging up these bones to find some truth

oceans apart, we crawl
a little bit more each day
silence and chemicals, they cover up the taste
of technology and foreign waste
i know it's a lot to ask; you wait, then you come right back
a mixture of bitterness and sweet
but even i have found the leaky holes inside these clouds
i fell through one and got lost along the way
because i love the midnight sky, and i love to chase the moon
but i barely seem to have the will to move

trying to shift these gears
an eight-hour shift of fear
it ends with a telephone call and a longing for alcohol
we find life the funniest because it's the biggest joke of all