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Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.

Wake Up

I saw you just the other night

Sailed right through my biggest fright

Feeding the frenzy inside your head

Feeling the pain, I wish I'd said

Your fucking up, your wasting away

Shit's not worth it, it's just not there

The End

Looking out upon the lights

Staring in and going thru

Feeling now all is gone

Pain and love, so intimate

Yet, death so frighting below

Speaking from the end, he said

No it's just began, the end

You

Looking up, looking out

Looking at, not seeing in

Where's the song, I thought it played

What's in my head

It's right this way

Nothing old, nothing new

Don't be scared, it's just you

Follow it in, beneath the stars

Your the one, your in control

See it now, your almost there

Just watch, just feel

Inside the walls

That's you, your there

Step Inside

If only you knew, what's in my head

I didn't hear, a thing you said

I'm in a trance, a sort of dance

Things are there, but just not real

I wish you felt, the way I do

We could go, inside of you

I could show you, the way around

It's not hard, when your off the ground

Just follow me, I know the way

The pleasures in, just let it play

I know your there, and feel no pain

Do you see me, just call my name

Excuse me, you have a dollar

For one more hit

To free my mind from this collar

I roll it up and give it a lit

My mind wants to expand

Inhale

Flying away to a distant land

Exhale

My juices flow

My heart is pumping

1st gear, 2nd gear here I go

My mind is jumping

Take away my affliction

Dollar, dollar for my addiction

Black Polished Chrome

The music was new
black polished chrome
And came over the summer
like liquid night.
The DJ's took pills to stay awake
and play for seven days
They went to the studio
And someone knew him
Someone knew the TV showman
He came to our homeroom party
and played records
And when he left in the hot noon sun
and walked to his car
We saw the chooks had written
F-U-C-K on his windshield
He wiped it off with a rag
and smiling cooly drove away
He's rich. Got a big car.

My gang will get you
Scenes of rape in the arroyo
Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings
Fights at the food stand
The dust
the shoes
Open shirts and raised collars
Bright sculptured hair.

Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...
I show you good time.
This place has everything. C'mon...
I show you.