12:07pm on a Tuesday,
an ambulance drove by
and dogs went crazy,
barking, howling, carrying on,
there must be a reason
why there's so many dogs

in this neighborhood as well
as all over town, some kind of
pattern or some kind of sound,
this breathing in, out, we're all
machines encrypted and encoded
to eat eat eat, I'll say it again
'cus this shit's important--
we're all machines encrypted
to eat, eat, eat.

 You're just growing up. That's all
this is-- just growing up.

But it feels like so much more, this life,
your life, so self-involved,
always feeling like you've just been robbed
of time, place, dedication, and effort
when it's you who stole, bitched, borrowed, and pilfered,
but don't you see? Yeah ya do, there's more to this
than just me and you.

There's more to this than just me and you.

All ya gotta do is inhale, take it in,
feel the voices screaming in your head
LEMME OUT LEMME OUT I'LL YOU ALIVE,
nuh-uh soldier, not this time.
Hold it there, let it release, feel the demons cease
to live, feel 'em die, feel 'em trip and in their
absence, sans relapses, feel the electricity in your synapses.
But remember through it all,
observe observe but don't forget to  stand tall,
and above all else, however ya do, know that there's more to this
than just me and you.

MAN, FUCK YOU, ALL YOU EVER DO IS BITCH AND MOAN,
like you need some therapist to call on the telephone
crying screaming all schizophrenic, cutting yourself,
might need a medic, check's bounced, bad credit,
yeah, that's right, I said it, but please, allow me
to elect the Master Effect, the one to keep you erect
when there's no room for malignant intent.
They call it meditation and when ya do it there's mild elation,
a cooling sensation, it's time for encapsulation. Don't you feel?
Yeah, ya do, there's more to this just me and you.

There's more this than just me and you.