Situation number one, it's the one that's just begun But evidently it's too late Situation number two, it's the only chance for you It's controlled by denizens of hate Situation number three, it's the one that no one sees Is all too often dismissed as

I often dream of huge numb buildings Jet-black sinister architecture Being installed when nobody sees Their appearance so sudden That few would take notice And when I wake up I imagine being crushed by one Imagining its weight its silence

No one sees the things you do Because I stand in front of you But you drive me all the time You put the evil in my mind I used to sing and say my prayers Live my life without a care Now I have become a fool I tried to listen to the mule How can I change

I've taken the breath out of everything they believe I've collapsed its lungs, calloused its heart Sucked the life out of this, for all of Sunday to see, for all of Sunday to see Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort No one gets the

When you think that no-one needs you Sees you or believes you No ones there to understand I'll be there to be that someone When you think that no one, is there to hold your hand And if you're in, you know I'm in I'm ready and I'm willing How you spend

I'm on the corner, waiting for a light to come on That's when I know that you're alone It's cold in the desert, water never sees the ground Special unspoken without sound You told me you loved me, that I'd never die alone Hand over your heart, let's go

It's nothing as it seems The little that he needs The little that he sees Don't feel like home Ease a little out And all these words alone is nothing like a poem Putting in, inputting in Don't feel like methadone

Who am I? Who am I? When I don't know myself Another day I was already missing Before the night I left Of painted walls and football on the TV No one sees me I fade away

No one sees No one knows the pain No one sees what I see in you No one feels the same No one sees myself like you do DJ mash up, then mash up the deck The microphone champ is live and direct Tek time, everyting's live and that

No one sees the difference in the land Where the sky meets earth Form horizons Hand of stone Arm of strength Nature's fire Fist of gold Venom stains the lips and burns the tongue With vengeance and hatred Extremities forged in nature's fire