Identity - Live from the Belasco Theater, 2008

I am bleeding sunshine
I am emptying my veins
And when I'm done bleeding sunshine
This song will break my chains

Your gaze completes my being
But I'll make you gaze in vain
I illuminate with fiction
The truth darkness cannot explain
America is flowing
Slowly exiting my veins
I am giddy, cold and glowing
And this song will break my chains

The chains of i-i-i-i-i-i-identity
The chains of i-i-i-i-identity
The chains of i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-identity
Why don't you wanna be around your own people?
The key to the Real
Is finally in my hand!
And now, your expectations are exiting my veins
The key to the Real
It's finally in my hand
And now your expectations are flowing out my veins
Hit the wall, free at last
Hit the wall, free at last
I am the twentieth century incarnate
Hit the wall, free at last
The twentieth century coming home, covered in mud
And missing a shoe
Child, what's become of you?
Haven't you got any sense, child
What's become of you
Haven't you got any sense, child
What's become of you
Haven't you got any sense, nein mama
Nein, Mama
Nein, Mama
Nein, Mama
Nein, Mama
Nein, Mama, nein, mama, nein mama, nein
Mama mama mama mama mama mama

Mutti, bist du da?
Hallo. Mutti, kannst du ein bischen
Geld fur me sendin?
Hallo? Mutti?
Wir haben ein bad connection
Wir haben ein bad connection
Wir haben ein bad connection
Wir haben ein bad connection
Wir haben ein bad connection
Connection, connection, connection
Why don't you wanna be around your own people?

My pain and my ego
Once stood at opposing ends
But they met up in Berlin
Now they're the best of friends
And now I'm drained of your expectations
I was instructed from the start
To let my pain fuck my ego
And I call the bastard art - pain - ego - art
Pain, ego, art
I let my (pain)
Fuck my (ego)
And I (call the bastard) art
I let my (pain)
Fuck my (ego)
And I (call the bastard) art
I let my (pain)
Fuck my (ego)
And I call the bastard