Recorded at Musicol Studios by Doug Edwards. Produced by Billy Zenn. Frank Lapinski (drums), Billy Zenn (bass), Jeff Dalrymple (electric guitar), Joy Hall (backing vocals).
Lyrics
Things seem a little different around here or maybe it’s just me
It all looks the same, it sounds the same it feels the same here
So yes, I guess it’s just me.
I’ve been sitting on my ass here, for three years come this May
I got to stir it up make a brand new start gotta do something besides just
Cutting off all my hair.
You see,
I can tell you everything but you wont see what’s inside me
And I can’t live this life knowing he’s got nothing planned for me
And I won’t let you in cuz I don’t want your sympathy
No you will never see
What burns in me.
If I keep running will I get somewhere
Will I make someone finally out of me?
We’re all covered up with all this shit we tell ourselves is real
Course, the only thing that’s real
Is how I feel
We’re all sterilized and compromised and paralyzed and then televised and I
I want to believe
There’s good above and bad below and the in between
Well I don’t know
Is there a God here, well I don’t think so.
You see
I can tell you everything but you wont see what’s inside me
And I can’t live this life knowing he’s got nothing planned for me.
And I won’t let you in cuz I don’t want your sympathy
No you will never see
What burns in me.