Only fools hide behind their schemes!
Wicked man I am, that’s where I’m seen.
I ignored everyone, and translated problems to metaphors for things I could dream.
When people become objects to please,
you know something’s wrong, and it seems
I fail, even still, at this twisted will
and let the masses tell me who to be.
Treat every struggle like a board game!
Moved my pieces for Park Place
and sang all the hymns!
All is worthless vanity in the end for me.
Treat every struggle like a board game—
Moved my pieces for Park Place
and sang all the hymns. All the hymns!
I dreamt God hated me, but woke refreshed!
Why do I have so many terrible schemes?
So incompatible with your heart, it seems
I have to choose between admitting I’m weak and holding a strength that’s not worth anything.
Oh, what a joke! Oh, what a funny thing!
Perfection is the song I wanted to sing.
I had to stop and wait and see the total hopelessness of what I wanted to be.
I dreamt God was done with me, but woke refreshed!
You’re not alone. I am your home.
We can’t let ourselves drift by. On wooden rafts we die.
You’re not alone; I am your home.
We can’t let ourselves float by. On wooden boats we die.
And the world continues on and we’ll never want to change what we know
an endless maze, and endless karaoke
but our caligraphy, it is empty if it only shows
the barrenness of everywhere we go.
Lead us to hope. We need hope.
The Bride’s destroying herself, but we never want to change what we know.
So we declaim, we blame the radio.
And in my symphonies, the failures keep repeating. I know
that I have nowhere else to go.
Take me to home. I can’t cope. I need some hope. Don’t let go…
credits
from The Places I Go,
released April 3, 2011
Written by Jacke Karashae.
All parts performed or programmed by Jacke Karashae.