CAPO 5 The problem I have with the soul contraption Swallowed up slowly like a bad reaction All around what you do and say Well the symptom falls further away You live in silence but you can’t describe it So what’s the point of talking at all? The store bought injury.. the family cane Just another boy bad at the game This is when you need a friend to keep you moving around ’Cause all your thinking has made you slow You might be stopping out.. you know Frustrated fireworks inside your head There’s a lit fuse smoking.. you caught instead What you’re dealing.. but it’s just a start Was a time since your problem was a poison dart And you act like a cowboy.. whatever’s in my hat I’m a hardboiled hero and I’m not so bad But I didn’t know when to run from this A proud fan is gonna see you shatter I know that there really isn’t anything the matter Nothing is gonna be crying words.. They only want their voice to be heard They use it sometimes to show that they’re around Or they build you up a theory like the walls of a town A tired and ancient ruler right now.. The neighborhood slaves are hardly skilled Open your parachute and drop your weight Float on down to the center and investigate I did my self requirement Better cop out hard or I’ll leave right now ’Cause this feeling of loving I felt it in my chest Like the nighttime footsteps of an unknown guest I know it wasn’t me.. I wasn’t moving.. I felt thunder.. the rain was pouring I know it must be something wrong all this is restoring You don’t have to live in a life’s mistake Stay in the center and wait Stay in the center and wait Stay in the center and wait.