Besedila: Incubus. Make Yourself. When It Comes.

It's coming around again
They're letting it out again, again
It's coming around again
They're letting it out again, again
It's coming around again
They're letting it out again, again
It's coming 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, no, at a steal

Just when you thought, it was safe to think
In comes mental piracy, and no
What I'm looking for?
(For)
Can not be sold to me
I wish they all would stop trying
'Cuz what I want, and what I need, is and will always be free, naa
(What I want?, what I need?)

It's coming around again
They're letting it out again, again
It's coming around again
They're letting it out again

When it comes, it comes announced
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 no
'Cuz now I'm full

Just when you thought, it was safe to think
In comes mental piracy, and no
What I'm looking for
(For)
Can not be sold to me
I wish they all would stop trying
'Cuz what I want, and what I need, is and will always be free, naa
(What I want, what I need)

It's coming around again
They're letting it out again, again