Heirogliphic

NOTES At the time some guys in the band wanted to move in this Mr. Bungle-like direction, with time changes and more progressive rock, while others thought it was too crazy. LYRICS Fun here... there’s no fun here. So consistent, a fine tradition: hate the life now, love the life then. Lock him up, said it’s worse than death, well death begins what? A life... Forever... forever... join in! Left so much behind: More than most ever do... Let him prove the possibilities to you: He will die with everything written... Saying, “History, immortalize me!” He says, he says, he says, yeah, yeah... “Crazy is the man who cannot decide whether or not... He hesitates. He hesitates because he is so certain!” He says, he says, he says, yeah, yeah... “I don’t need an ego you know I don’t want my anger... No challenge fat lady, only pen and paper!” He says, he says, he says, yeah, yeah... “No one wants to know me said I’m awfully disappointing... My words are more important even I can be a hero!” He admits, oh he admits, he admits... “I always record the day... still so much is lost.” (Of a strange age, nineteen in a small town?) “Upstairs they’re fighting again. I could write novels... Downstairs, I live alone and write my life in this strange code.” “No no no no no no no no new secret’s mine and I’m never going to let it go.” “No normal words... for you. Only idols, statues, a tattoo. Hieroglyphic... I hope it lasts forever.” He knows, he knows, he knows, oh no... The hieroglyphic tells him yes the punishment is written... His ear is on his back because he listens when he’s beaten. He knows, he knows, he knows, oh no... Suicide is trendy... as is... to be outrageous... Struggle for a balance end up naked in the Valley. He knows, he knows, he knows, oh no... Wintertime is coming (always) so it’s time for reminiscing... Recycling the lyric and the weakness never showing. He admits, oh he admits, he admits... “I always record the day... still so much is lost.” He won’t reveal the code.