B2. OPEN EYES 2
words and vox by Robert Inhuman and Jim Swill
music by Mavis Concave in Cincinnati 2008, a later version of the song produced in 2007,
this is somewhat more accurate to how the song has been played live on tours
(tho its 3rd version is most accurate)

...I don't want to be anywhere with anybody
and I can't live with myself
nowhere to go when I want to get lost
from this world, this city, this room, this body, my self...
same age-old inability, inescapable alien scapegoat
no home, nobody, no body
can't connect to anyone I know, no (I know, I know)

waste of breath and flesh and thoughts
when the night is over what've I got?
I'm up all night every night
just to be alone I gotta get my head together (right!)
lookin' like shit outta fuckin "I, ZOMBIE"
and I'm wondering "will it be this way forever?"
knowing damn well that I need a change (yeah!)
no more waiting (no no no NO)
what do I got in me, to offer myself?
nah fuck it, one time, this time
what can I offer to someone besides my self

my life, I thought if I concentrated
my life, but where is that taking me
I'm cold, to everyone close to me
I try, but was I lying when I said I'd look at my self

waste of breath and flesh and thoughts
when the night is over what've I got?
what did I say before? I'll reach out to you?
what did I mean by that? (ha) I'll lift you up?
what do I got in me, to offer my self
fuck it, this time, one time
what can I offer someone besides my self!

my life, I thought if I concentrated
my life, but where is that taking me
I'm cold, to everybody close to me
I try, but was I lying when I said I'd look at my self
CHANGE
without first thinking about what will come back to directly benefit me

what is it to comprehend another man's existence as significant as my own
afraid of realizing that I am equal in every way
though our cultures may be separated it's only a dividing line
to keep a sense of distance from the fact that we're the same
it's an isolated island of a world we're being born into
as information overloads the violence keeps on pouring through
and what's a better way than staying safe within myself
remaining callous to a fellow citizen when we're all dealt
the same hand of cards, and the same pain is felt
the same mental scars, the same neon hell
with open eyes I'll see my flesh come pouring off my bones
we only got eachother, cos in death we're all alone
my life, I thought if I'd isolate it
my life, to break my ego free
but that becomes self indulgence and I'm too absorbed to see...
what did I want, I always know
what I want, when I can't have
what I want, the easy way, yeah
but watch this when I find out what I need NOW

my life, I thought if I concentrated
my life, but where is that taking me
I'm cold, to everybody close to me
I try, but was I lying when I said I'd look at my self
can I find out what I need
when I look at my self, with open eyes, one time, this time...