I hate my need for affirmation and attention. Wish I could begin to blend in with the Scenery. But I'm struggling to find a balanced flow between my id and both my egos (who knows?). So I go in love, hoping that love will fallow, it's truth that's not too hard to swallow. And each new bite either fools or fuels my appetite. [Chorus:] All I have are these open hands. So feel free to take what you please. For I believe that the giver is also open to receive. X marks the spot I've buried. All my whys underground. Because there's bound to be a carnival of carnage when the barker decides to bite down. [Chorus]