This is not emptiness, not vacancy
We are what we are, but where are we?
We're choking on the dust of a gold mine
With the taste filling every crevice of my mouth like a wild fire
I don't want to be reconditioned
I want to be made new
Tear me down and build me up or
Tear me down, period
Name your complex, the one you inherited
From your parents when you were an infant
We could drop it, never talk about it again but
I'm just wondering, darling, is this worthwhile?
Be careful of who you impress
You never know when you'll need an enemy
Be careful of what you learn
You never know when you'll need a mystery
Be careful of who you are
You never know who you'll still need to be
And carefully channel every desire
You never know when you might need to want something