I CAN’T SEE THE FOREST FOR THE TREES
BUT I CAN SEE THE CITY FOR THE STREETS
STUCK IN MY PERFECT IDEOLOGY
BUT THERE’S NO HOPE,
IF NOTHING CAN BE ACHIEVED
I KNOW THESE METAPHORS WON’T LAST
THERE’S NO SOLUTION
WE'RE JUST REACHING FOR THE PAST

SO I’VE BEEN BUILDING MYSELF A WHITE PICKET CROWN
AND PRAYING THAT I GET USE TO THE SOUNDS
OF THE CARS PASSING BY
AND I’VE BEEN THINKING UP DIFFERENT CORPORATE SCHEMES
A HOLLOW ANARCHIST WITH CAPITALIST DREAMS
BUT IT’S HARD TO SAY GOODBYE

I CLIMBED TO THE TOP, OF THE THEOLOGICAL TREE
AND I HIT EVERY BRANCH, AT LEAST TO SOME DEGREE
(ON THE WAY BACK DOWN)
YOU SPOKE OF LOVE AND YOU SPOKE OF HELL
OF ALL YOUR MIRACLES AND THE THINGS TO SELL
BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE
CAUSE WHEN I SPIT IN THEIR EYES THE BLIND DON’T EVER SEE

SO I’VE BEEN BUILDING MYSELF A WHITE PICKET CROWN
AND PRAYING THAT I HAVE TIME TO LIE DOWN
TO CLOSE MY HEAVY EYES
OR I’LL KEEP DRINKING UNTIL I BURST AT THE SEAMS
UNTIL I AM JUST A COG IN THE MACHINE
AND CELEBRATE THE FOURTH OF JULY

SO ALL MY SEARCHING
COMES DOWN TO AN AXIOM OF GOD
WE'RE PRESUPPOSING
WHETHER OR NOT YOU ARE
BUT I'M LEARNING HOW TO LIVE
IN THE CONTRADICTIONS
WHERE LOGIC AND REASON
ARE TRUMPED BY FEAR AND FICTION
IT'S TRUE WE'RE ALL WILLFULLY MISINFORMED
WE LIKE OUR LITTLE KINGS TO BE COLORED ORANGE
SO LET'S GENERALIZE THE WORLD
DOWN TO ONES AND ZEROS
THE WORLD IN BLACK AND WHITE
THE NEW REIN OF NERO
ALL OF THE QUESTIONS
YOU HAVE TO ANSWER TRUE OR FALSE
THERE ARE NO OTHER OPTIONS
FOR NONE OF THE ABOVE

SO I'VE BEEN BUILDING MYSELF A WHITE PICKET CROWN
AND PRAYING WE HAVE TIME TO TURN AROUND
BUT I CAN'T EVEN TRY
AND I'VE BEEN WISHING THAT I KNEW HOW TO MAKE AMENDS
BUT I JUST LOCK MYSELF INSIDE MY PICKET FENCE
AND TRY TO STOP ASKING WHY