Texty: Incubus. When It Comes.

It's comin' around again
They're letting it out again, again.
It's comin' around again
They're letting it out again, again.

It's comin' around again
They're letting it out again, again.
It's comin' around again
They're letting it out again.
When it comes,
It comes abrupt.
And it feels, it feels like trading brains with an imbecile... for real.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static
And not buying philosophies that are sold to me, at a steal.

Just when you thought it was safe to think,
In comes mental piracy!
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me.
I wish they all would stop trying
'Cause what I want and what I need,
Is and will always be free.

It's comin' around again
They're letting it out again, again.
It's comin' around again
They're letting it out again.
When it comes,
It comes unannounced.
And it feels like a matador is taunting me with his reddest red cloth and I am the bull.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static
And not eating the bullshit that's being fed to me no more...
'Cause now I'm full.

Just when you thought it was safe to think
In comes mental piracy!
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me.
I wish they all would stop trying,
'Cause what I want and what I need
Is and will always be free