Lyrics
Blisters of Individuality
By Ian G. Clifton
November 15th, 2002
All the burning sand
Making blisters on my feet
I'm dancing in the desert
To my own simple beat
The people before me
Seen through the shifting air
They look at me so crazy
They all start to stare
Mirages or even truth
I do not mind
They can look at me
To see what they will find
But I do not guarantee
They'll like what they see
I am just a simple man
Out here being me
I try not to be covered
By conformity's sheet
Out being myself
I am sweating in this heat
Dehydrated and tired
Maybe almost dead
I have so much more to do
I tap once more my head
An idea falls out
I cannot turn away
I have to let loose
What my brain wants to say
Be yourself
And sweat a great deal
Or be a coward
The next earthworm's meal
Out here in the heat
There is just one choice
Hide in the sand
Or let out your voice
I made my decision
Sweat covers my brow
I will be myself
This, I vow