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