Until You Comply / Entropy

There is a storm that's been following me throughout my life

It holds my tears - keeps me from crying

And there's a light piercing through the dark clouds as I walk on by

Keeping my distance - stay in the shadows

My inner voices calls me a fiend of sex and drink

I just don't care, don't want to go anywhere, I'm content

Right here at home I travel places

Where no man has gone before

I love the world within myself

Let me go on a journey inside

Sometimes I feel a strange longing within that breaks me down

Something is calling me out

But there is the light piercing through the dark clouds as I try to hide

Sun is the devil?

My inner voices calls me a coward, what a laugh

They feel no pain, they want to go everywhere, take control

Outside my door everything's different

People are walking by with hollow faces, nobody's saying a word

I want to see life, now that I'm here,

I ask for directions but nobody cares

I hear the city - footsteps, a car

A girl is singing 'Tambourine man' while strumming a guitar

She has the answers, she holds the key

Just talk to me in music and I guarantee you

I will listen?

I can't help wondering things like

What's Bob Dylan doing now?

Is he at home, eating a big bowl of corn flakes

Just like I will, later on

When I return back home

Oh no, I shouldn't think that way,

What will my inner voices say?

Standing on a row, facing me

"We're here to tell you how to think and feel

And most of all to keep you in the line and show you what to do

We'll just say: NO! without a reason why

We'll fuck you over and over again 'til you comply"

In the city park they all spring to life

And although it's getting dark,

We feel the sun caressing our skin in a yellow tone,

A last goodbye for now, tonight,

For tomorrow comes once more that harsh morning light

The dying orchestra, frantically playing now to the bizarre scenery

Of a thousand naked bodies in a pit of flesh,

Fucking to the bombastic warfare of the 'Valkyrie'

And it goes a little bit something like this?

Could I be blind

To the fact that we are all one

All a part of this big vibrant whole

Citizens of the ant farm

My thoughts are me

But they spin out of control

And I feel estranged

Are we all wannabes?

Oh so hot and cool, ah feared and at the same time loved

Making blatant attempts to fit in

There is nothing living left

Life is a long queue to the urinal

"We're here to tell you how to think and feel

And most of all to keep you in the line and show you what to do

We'll just say 'NO!' without a reason why

We'll fuck you over and over, again 'til you comply"