Texty: Majestic Twelve (The). Schizophrenology. Break It And Breathe.

If you feel all alone, flesh in a world of clones
Have faith and listen to your deep internal microphone
I grew up weird and lean, the world was truly mean
And just as arrogant as Christmas in July
Degraded every day, I swore they all would pay
Yeah, I would rise above and dominate the world one day
One of my closest friends, he didn't have it in him
Countdown, baby, now... 3, 2, 1
The air explodes and one more soldier
Screams into the sky
Hey, my apologies, I wasn't listening.
My wife is whispering, my boy is playing in the yard
Sweet honey in the rock, we rock our local bar
We're far from famous man,
But everyone knows who we are
I think of Philip now, about what might have been
If his short story was a novel with a happy end
If he were here today we'd hit the road and drive
Every single day I wish he was alive
Right now our heat is slowly rising up into the air
To feed the ghosts that breathe around us
They are everywhere
Breathe... baby, you can break it and breathe
You can rise above it all
Baby, you can break it, we can break it,
You can break it and breathe