[Accent] Everybody’s crazy, everyone is crazy
Everybody’s crazy, everyone is crazy
Everybody’s nuts, everyone is psycho
Everybody’s maniacs, everyone‘s insane
We are basket cases, we are all berserk
We are off our rockers, we’re out of our minds
Everybody’s loony, we are 7:30
Not excluding you, but including me
[Accent] I still collect toys, and read many comic books
And play these video games, I just miss my childhood
But is it gone for good, guess I’m a young adult, or
An older kid, whose born and then I’m close to death, the opposite, don’t think
Why would I love a person who brings so much hurt in?
Who left me ‘cause she was searching, and thus did her thing
Still I let her in but just get frantic
Was their sex really worth this? Am I the last romantic?
I am really cocky but also insecure
Sometimes I am modest but then I’ll show off some more
Is it awesome or have I just lost my marbles?
A contradiction, consciousness-less, oxy-moronic is, don’t think
I don’t want to be a human, I wanna live as some new being
Where life isn’t so confusing, I’ll exist as some new thing
Instead of some earthling, I’ll be from another planet
I’d bet there are worse things, and I will manage
[Accent] I am robot, I am a cyborg
I am a computer, I am from the future
I am made of metal, I was sent to help you
And ‘though I am humane, and we are not the same
I only have wires, I don’t have veins
I just have a hard drive, I don’t have a brain
I told you I’m a robot, I am a cyborg
You’re not on your own, & you are not alone
[Kinetics] You are not alone, this continuum is infinite
Tryna tell somebody that it ISN’T is equivalent
To tryna tell a Fifteenth Century Finnish fisherman
The planet that he’s fishin’ in is not flat, isn’t it?
Tell me why this map has so many damn lines
And why this planet’s contaminated with landmines
No wonder we say “This land’s mine!”
But if man is so evil why do we call humanity man-kind?
Yo I keep tree locked right inside of my weed box
So when I speak thoughts out loud the Gods eavesdrop
(CYBORG) Born with a deformative form
And the formula to form performances of four-minute songs
I’m not imperialistic, I’m just here for a visit
To leave the sphere that you live in with some material in it (listen)
One of a kind? Maybe, son
Or maybe I’m just a perfectly sane alien, and y’all are the crazy ones
[Accent] Everybody’s different, everyone is different
Everybody’s different, everyone is different
Everyone’s unique, everybody’s special
Everyone’s specific, everyone’s themselves
We are individual, we are all exclusive
We are all varied, we are all snowflakes
We are on our own, we are all alone
Not excluding you, but including me
[Accent] I never met my father, and my mom was a little cold
I know I could get way farther, if I would just let it go
But I’m a sens’tive boy, of much intenser folk, my soul
Is incomplete until I see the Bill in me and hear him speak, just think, think
My mother is Puerto Rican, my dad is Ukrainian
Somehow I’m both of these things, but neither at the same time
I’ll just create mine, and get to be a new race
And make one great kind, instead of being two faced
I’d live to love another, and love to live just for her
& until she’s discovered, my heart is simply tortured
I try to hold it in, it’s overflowing and, it pours
From within, just for them, if someone is the one to get, just think, think
Writing is my only constant, the thing that’s always there
It’s why I am still alive and the reason I’ll stay here
To make them all say yeah, when I ask if they feel good
They don’t know their cheers, prevent my spilled blood
