Anonymous Lyrics

Sometimes I dream of making my way to a place where everybody knows my name,
And I never have to go through the social pains of ?Hi, my name is..?
Because I'm nameless and my brain is a place where everyone
I meet is faceless and my ideas are strictly makeshift,
I'm tired like I'm working a grave shift
Like Immortal Tech dropping a line about a slave ship,
Because there are only so many types of people in this world today,
Most exist in an entirely worthless state
Filled with hurt and hate
That develops like pubescent adolescent at a murderous rate,
The angry murmur is great,
The people shake like the Richter Scale,
Like the Brothers Grimm I collect sickly tales,
Deathly ill like Dick Clark but never sickly pale,
Mask my emotions like Emperor Palpatine behind a mystery veil,
My problem is I only see the things as they are,
So I never reach for the stars,
Except at sunset but even then
Never when I'm covered in summer sweat
People are looking dumber yet,
And I'm still a wallflower, with very few perks,
I'm impaired by a smirk that never seems to go away,
I couldn't afford a ticket to fame, now I'm a stow away.

Sometimes I want to go (where everybody knows your name)
Sometimes I want to know why everybody knows no pain,
Sometimes I want nothing more than to be seen and know fame,
But sometimes I need seclusion, stagnation and no change (where everybody knows your name).

There is a feeling that I get, nearly every time I rise,
When I notice the ominous clouds lining neon skies,
Release deep sighs when I realize that my life is one
That is empty, lacking purpose, a worthless pursuit of basic
Pleasures peddled by desperate merchants.
Because everything I hate is exactly as it seems
Don't ask me about my dreams they reside
In a pile of trashed ends and means,
Don't claim empathy, because you don't understand
No matter how much you bitch, scheme mope
And plan, you're lost in a hopeless land,
Adrift like the ocean sands,
My mind travels faster than the speed of bad news,
Scarred permanently eternally like tattoos,
Life has nothing to do with destiny, it's mostly a crapshoot,
So I'm Holden Caufield and just waiting it out,
A punctured lung stops my scream now I'm waiting to shout,
But my vocal cords have been sliced like the umbilical
I'm butchering syllables and slurring words, like HG Wells invisible,
I try to be normal, but I'm too atypical
Now I'm a walking freak show,
Complete with the free visuals.

Sometimes I want to go (where everybody knows your name)
Sometimes I want to know why everybody knows no pain,
Sometimes I want nothing more than to be seen and know fame,
But sometimes I need seclusion, stagnation and no change (where everybody knows your name).

Nobody knows my name, I'm anonymous,
Like an AIDS vaccine, totally innocuous,
No Christian, but I note the apocalypse
Its right around the corner like crack dealers in housing projects,
I find the idea of infamy to be an arousing prospect
But the fight for attention is like Russian Roulette, a deadly game,
Searching for notoriety, like Jesse James,
But every name carries with itself a burden,
Like Atlas carrying Earth, my shoulders are hurting,
My words are rapists, and your ears are virgins,
Promised to Muslims when they make it to paradise
I reduce you to tears, no I am not very nice,
I'm pure evil like the chick in the Exorcist,
Leave children fleeing in fear like an Israeli Exodus
A sociopath, like Rush Limbaugh invoking the wrath
Of the easily confused and politically correct,
I'll verbally abuse you until I'm physically erect,
Quickly disconnect your stupidity while my mind is mad effective,
You try to read me but can't like a Mexican dyslexic,
Like Willy Wonka I'm a half-insane eccentric,
Nobody knows about my name, but I refuse to accept it.