The world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal

Away from all the children, away. Fear the walls that you made
All your fears are mine, airplanes and time fly far away

Time is the only distance, between the artist and the masterpiece
Running around our business, explaining what I should have picked
Sitting in a seating chair, with papers on the wall
Twiddling your rubber thumbs, in a sea of alphabetical

Let your heart break, in pain; you'll find the truth
Let your mind escape the burden of logic and proof

They try to take away. We must turn our boredom to gratitude

I love, love, love
I want, want, want
I need, need, need
I am, am, am

The world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal

Who wrote your words?
Who sews your strings?
Who built your boat?
Who breaks your back?
Why do I wonder?
Some people never even ask
What are you thinking? Who's in charge?

(Spoken word)
I don't understand French, but if I could
I would write beautiful songs about horrible things...
Because it is said to be the language of love and romance...
And if love didn't exist, there wouldn't be any horrible things
You must care to cry, love something in order to hate something...
You must have a heart in order for it to be broken
Many people walk in a dream
They feel entitled to happiness and feel anger when it is not waiting for them
I know that the world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal
It is our own perception we get to bend and mold to our liking-
Once that is accomplished, the reality we once knew begins to change
My neighbor may be dark and gloomy, but I find it a perfect day to go outside
I can knock on his door, but that doesn't mean he will answer
And I will have to walk away, sad, from his little house
Where he sleeps and smokes and drinks all day
Just to escape what he does not yet know
We find ourselves in little boxes watching little boxes
We see an edited version of human life, targeted on alienating us as individuals
To distract us from the seedy underbelly of politics and business
We are products of a Machiavellian society
Look at the pretty girl dancing- her hair is so shiny
I want my hair to be shiny. Look at the man with chizzled features-
Use the razor he is using. It will give you the kind of charm that woman crave
Women will want you. Men will adore you. You will be happy. You will be empty
Because it is not about the product, but the feeling they are trying to convey
And it is not for your benefit, it is for the benefit of the holders of the company
We must burn our little boxes. We must create dialogue
We must realize the importance of every moment
We must turn our boredom to gratitude
Use your hands, your thoughts, your hunger
These things are yours and yours alone