A Better Place Lyrics - Clipping

If ever you find yourself beaten and broke 

And can't feel the wind for the weight of the yoke 

And fear that the night will not turn into day 

Remember the darkness will show you the way 

It's a long way away, it's a long way away 

And I'm all alone, alone, alone 

All alone, alone, away 

Inside the mind of a man is a massacre 

Made up of many a miniature message 

And misses the most of it 

So convoluted, design for disaster 

It's making the best of a universe 

Far too expansive to cope with 

And he never chose nor was chosen 

By metrics that make any sense 

And the senses are numbed by emotional stresses 

There must be a 

Better place to 

Be somebody 

Be somebody else 

Who got time on a string, on a finger? 

Nothing to remember 

But the passage of it 

Who got time to let anything linger? 

Where it hovers 

Surely you will learn to love it 

Who got time for this love shit anyway? 

Gotta survive 

Isn't that mess enough for him? 

There must be a 

Better place to 

Be somebody 

Be somebody else 

Set a course 

It's a bet upon an endless 

Roulette wheel odds are ungodly 

As are the odds of the body 

Making it through and surviving the gravity shift 

The gravitas of which is lost 

From the lost thoughts of a being chip-ch-chopped 

To a bite size in the light eyes 

Beggin' don't leave the messenger 

The messages and SOS and other S's 

In the language where it goes 

There must be a 

Better place to 

Be somebody 

Be somebody else 

And somebody gotta keep watch where the watch stops 

He talks about his pops in polarity 

Fingers fantasize of rocks there will never be 

"Land ho!" likely 

Lest a hole in the mantle of Heaven 

He's demanding the evidence for something 

That maybe never was for anyone 

He's missing something pretty 

He's missing where the air tastes gritty 

He's missing the splendor and misery 

Of bodies, of cities, of being missed 

There must be a 

Better place to 

Be somebody 

Be somebody else 

Flesh is weaker than the metal, it is true 

But the metal's being moved into a thing it doesn't do 

Circuitry is only serviceable as much as it is you 

So why don't you use it? 

Till you use it up, abuse it 

It is strong, it can take it if you can't 

Your sinews are more intuitively designed for dance 

Well, it set up a random course safely away from suns 

Four-hundred and twenty-three 

By a hundred and twelve by fifty-one 

There must be a 

Better place to 

Be somebody 

Be somebody else 

Inside the mind of a man is a mystery 

Made up of these centuries 

Of mistakes he believes 

Are important to be 

Part of his DNA, calls it history 

Species with memories longer 

Don't bother with sweating the old shit 

Maybe it's this time-bound conscience 

That keeps him out pushing through nothing 

With only the hope brought on by this belief that 

There must be a 

Better place to 

Be somebody 

Be somebody else 

Are you ready to go? 

Are you ready to go yet? 

Let's go 

Are you ready to go yet? 

Let's go 

Are you ready to go? 

Are you ready to go yet? 

Let's go 

Are you ready to go yet? 

Let's go 

Are you ready to go? 

Are you ready to go yet? 

Let's go 

Are you ready to go yet? 

Let's go 

There must be a 

Better place to 

Be somebody 

Be somebody else 

Go