1. |
Intro / Surprise!
03:31
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Well here it is a downward spiral of emotion
Spiral notebooks cloak and dagger fashion
Longer lasting slashing fashion for a refreshment
So was that fresh enough for you
Pipe down motherfucker I’m trying to hear the news brief
If you can’t handle silence you’ll be asked to clear the room please
Can’t tolerate jabber-jaws and childish tag-a-longs
Wishful thinking blinking wide-eyed like hearing sleigh bells from Santa Claus
I took a picture of the sunrise yesterday
In case tomorrow never came but that’s today and I guess I’m straight
Nothing to worry about bouncing back slowly but surely now
An unannounced arrival without any words pronounced
The sound of silence recited and nothing else only that
But something tells me you’re going to ask me
Questions I can’t answer dancing on thin ice
Think you’re Hip-Hop if not keep your fucking lips locked
This is it here it is it’s in your face
Invading your space so walk away or embrace it
One or the other choose one you can’t have both
Eenie-Meenie-Miney-Moe
Well this is it here it is is it under your skin
Are you wondering yet what’s become of our interests
It’s begun this is it here it is
What you think so what you think
This is it here it is is it under your skin
Are you wondering yet what’s become of our interests
It’s begun this is it here it is
So what you think are you surprised
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Stop the press can I have your undivided attention spans
Only momentarily I swear to science it’ll be worth your while
First thing’s first allow me to clear my throat
Then enters the exposure of quote unquote certain files
The classified trapped inside of pantomimes and built up belligerence
Hidden increments and vital points to maintaining your plastic pride
So wear that mask and plaster cast contraption as it blinds
And binds all balance with a collapse of mind through average eyes
Picking up pieces of shattered passion as it lies
Laughing at last-in-lines scattering shadows amidst the shackled signs
It’s only a matter of nonexistent tampered time
Before the ransacking of plans that plan to plant a new patch of passion I’m
Running out of patience unable to catch a strand of life
Attempting to attach this handprint to my craft by candlelight
So gather the masses have a gander or glance at my style
Is it worth your while can’t speak for all but that’s your prize
Surprise your prize is not knowing the outcome
The guise or exterior of excellence how come
Every time I think I’ve solved a problem
It just gathers more momentum and ends up all around a
Surprise your prize is not knowing the outcome
The guise or exterior of excellence how come
Every time I think I’ve solved a problem
It just gathers more momentum and ends up all around a
Surprise
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2. |
All The Little Things
03:25
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Up jumps the start enter someone under-marked
What once took a part now stands alone strands of a man unknown
A brand not shown junkyard junk that was left behind let’s rewind
See if we can’t invent a prime intensified
Brand new style (style) revamped and re-released
Amped without feedback let’s tackle matters that need to be
Discussed don’t rush or do it just ‘cause forming
Disgust and utter repulsion uncovered and molting it’s just
Your beliefs I don’t believe to me they’re shit stuffed into piss-cups
It seems like years I’ve been stuck in this pit of thick mud
Spilt blood showers all flowers and wilts their buds
Kills the love you gotta break apart before building up
And I didn’t invent these rules nor paid hourly to follow ‘em
But it gets me farther than allowance would allows feelings of
Hollowness from time to time so long as it don’t affect my work ethic
Alert the first entrance open the doors and I flirt with pure exits
(But you know this won’t last) Don’t matter so long as it gets me past
This state of bitter brash bric-à-brac that twists the stick already in my ass
A conglomeration of aggravation and agitation
Creates mass amounts of flesh wound lacerations and I can’t quite place it
Where am I headed what’s there who’s this that and third?
Can’t get a word out of myself and frankly that’s just absurd
Curse the day that I missed my chance when I missed my bus
When I gripped that hand greeting card fashion listen up
Get the fuck away being on my back twenty-four/seven
With your endless taunts and teases for that pass into pure Heaven
So tell me why you do it man I’m anxious for answers
Unable to ask for anything to help me in this game to advance toward
Rewrites revisions edits etcetera so on
To me your press-on-pressure just ain’t something to grow off
It seems too insidious that new look’s hideous
Tell me what can I do to fix this (Is it done for?)
I can pretty comfortably say that and without getting tongue-tied
Maybe ‘cause I love to reap the payback
Once more come along see if you can sing my song
Listen envision my vision and point out which things belong
Is it wrong? (Is it wrong?) Well it isn’t right
But it isn’t wrong (it isn’t wrong) nor is it right
But it’s alike in different ways and in more ways than one
It’s the little things in life that make it sacred let’s make a run
From these rays of sun that are chasing us
Well I never thought I’d say this but give me some rain to flood
These rays of sun constantly chasing us
Hounding almost grounded endangers us
And because these rays of sun seem so dangerous
Take this hand and let’s make a run
From these rays of sun chasing us
Wrong and right and in more ways than one so
Is it wrong? (Is it wrong?) Well it isn’t right
But it isn’t wrong (it isn’t wrong) nor is it right
But it’s alike in different ways and in more ways than one
It’s the little things in life that make it sacred let’s make a run
Is it wrong? (Is it wrong?) Well it isn’t right
But it isn’t wrong (it isn’t wrong) nor is it right
But it’s alike in different ways and in more ways than one
It’s the little things in life that make it sacred let’s make a run
Little things in life that make it sacred
Little things in life that make it sacred
Little things in life that make it sacred
Little things in life
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3. |
Multiple Choice
03:18
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Chiggy-check microphone check one
Chiggy-check microphone check two
Chiggy-check microphone check three
Check game from the one they call Q-U-I-D
I’m not asking you to understand anything I say
Just asking you to show respect for man who thinks this way
Who casts a grim display from time to time who doesn’t
Water down any line he rhymes who’s passed the simple stage
Who lacks official fame but attracts the listener’s aim
Any time he picks a page to relax and liberate his mind
And disintegrate that fine line between rhymes and reality
In fact he’s balancing contrasts within the same kind
May I arrange my ways to behave right on this mic
And still walk that same fine line
Question and exclamation points
Parallel on occasion based off taster’s choice
For those who hate the noise yet embrace the voice who deciphered
The message you might get indented to grace this page with poise
Finally I’ll find a balance to set I’ll tackle the rest
Once I cash this reality check
So you can call me a pansy a faggot even a bastard
I only listen to me to me that’s all that matters
You don’t like what I say who’s forcing you to stay
I’m a do what I want to do without a portion of delay
Yo peace to the Prog-Rappers and Indie Hip-Hop masters
Pioneers in that department arching the backs and crafts of artists
Bending over backwards just to diss their predecessors
These are the truest emcees you know let’s set the record straight
Hip-Hop ain’t Hip-Hop unless you diss now-a-days
Or brag on wax how fresh a battle-cat you are when you hit the stage
Damn that shit’s so lame when did it turn to this
And these are the cats urging on how it must return to its
Primitive state listen you fakes write one song
That don’t have to do with dissing the Mainstream it’s the same scene
Over and over y’all don’t know what you’re talking about
I’ve heard enough of your bullshit so put a sock in your mouth
You already got your foot inside it’s easy to put aside
Differences but I guess way more fun to watch the bullets fly
Hypocritical headlines breaking news because you like
Battle this battle that and rapping out of spite
Take you and your backpack back to your computer screen dickhead
Buy another Ecko outfit or soon-to-be hip threads
Smoke another bowl so you can write another rhyme
Your only source of inspiration find another time waster
‘Cause now you’re wasting my time
Filling the Underground Scene with a bunch of lousy sounding
Replicas identical twin of the last bloke
To mic-check before you did wretched a listen to bad jokes
Forced listen at that non-creative nonsense
And all that surrounds the personified face of progress
Yeah ‘cause there is none it drowned in the main stream (Mainstream)
But suffocated Underground and now it’s a grave please
Call me a pansy a faggot even a bastard
I only listen to me to me that’s all that matters
You don’t like what I say who’s forcing you to stay
I’m a do what I want to do without a portion of delay
Call me a pansy a faggot even a bastard
I only listen to me to me that’s all that matters
If you’d like to listen too come on let’s step
But if you don’t that’s cool too ‘cause this is not a test
It’s just some choices just a multiple choice
Just some choices nothing but a multiple choice
Just some choices another multiple choice
Lead the way and hopefully others will join
Chiggy-check microphone check one
Chiggy-check microphone check two
Chiggy-check microphone check three
You’re tuned to the sounds of Q-U-I-D
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4. |
Shallow Shadows
03:20
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My shadow is shallow it stalks and the faster I walk
It keeps right up with me and I can’t gather my thoughts
It’s threatening and lessening my chances of advancing at all
Ever again with these measurements I can’t get across
The unfinished bridge to sanity
Where the truth of Christianity lies and I
Can not seem to escape this traveling darkness
Mimicking my every move and following after me barging
Into my personal life so these lyrics are the journals I write
From day to day deserting my pride
Deserving am I of these type of torments
Brain feels slightly worn in why is it ordering
Me around and forcing these eyes of mine to see the ground
Where this specter creeps and evil hounds me around
This small and feeble town
Every single crack in the sidewalk I look and he’s around
It makes me feel down to the point where I need to shout
Take a deep breath in and breathe it out while keeping count
Like one one-thousand two one-thousand three etcetera
On and on and on I guess I’ll see you on the better one
The flipside of things I come across usually daily
Big wishes but set and stuck with penny-cups and ukuleles
As we move from daydreams to actual realities
Factual not fallacies and asking if you can please
Save me from this shadow of mine attacking my mind
Imagine this guy whose sanity hides so he breaks down and laughs ‘til he cries
He doesn’t even know why
Every day people pass him but they only see a low-life
He doesn’t even notice ‘em looking
He’s too busy looking over his own shoulders and booking
Home with a crooked upside down smile
Spread across his face seems he’s ran a thousand miles
And now’s the time though to flip the situation
Show everyone he’s not just some kid who’s pixelated
Naw that ain’t at all the case his
Shadow is really stalking him until he hits the hay this is amazing
Whoever heard of something like this
Really happening poor schmuck filling glands of his
Brain up with insane stuff although he’s quite sane
Evil haunts a shadow stalks a man holding the light of day
This story might contain haunting elements
Through rhetoric that may frighten the tame
Souls and spirits when shadows appear and
Attempt to stalk the people piercing souls like the sharp end of needles
And I need to release a few more sentences
Describing this guy I speak of is actually I and he
Is not suffering from this thing insanity
Just conversing with this shadow that’s always in back of me
Shallow shadows shallow shadows the shallow shadow
The shallow shadow my shadow is shallow a shallow shadow
Shallow shadows shallow shadows the shallow shadow
The shallow shadow my shadow is shallow a shallow shadow
Shallow shadows shallow shadows the shallow shadow
The shallow shadow my shadow is shallow a shallow shadow
Shallow shadows shallow shadows the shallow shadow
The shallow shadow my shadow is shallow a shallow shadow
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5. |
Faith
03:52
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Curse this complex of an imperfect conscience
Having to secondly guess my every step on a search for God’s nest
I’m losing my faith in religion
Feeling crucified and trying to make the decision
Of who’s the right true Savior of Sinning
Is it true or might I have just made this up in my
Unusual mind creating a vision
Just to soothe my eyes ease and appease myself
Cease and melt down the rules mislead and tell
Lukewarm lies cheat ourselves trying to prove our minds
Are working churning turning gears
Burning energy I murder fear
And try to persevere get to the next step quick
The next best thing instead of lurking here
In Hellish pits I’m through with this too much is
Piling up and I might just lose my grip
I’ll try to hang on with what energy is left
To any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant
To remain unanswered unstained untampered with
I only wish to get my measurements correct
I’ll try to hang on to what energy is left
Of any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant
To remain unanswered unstained untampered with
I only wish to get my measurements correct
Regardless of the gruesome visions of crucifixions
I still question doubt and at times completely lose religion
Elude efficiency choose to sift through these mood collisions
Switches engage lifting the base of superstitions
Disengage the Cryptic Age choose to live in a different way
Using wishing wells to rebel against the bitter taste
Of winter winds that chase each face that lingers chaffed
Chapped and chopped to kindling scraped fingers used to integrate
This sinful place playing with inner flames
Leading to Spontaneous in-flames-we-bust Combustion
Lusting for luck and a cup that comes with suction
A suction cup for your soul
Hold it for refills of jumbled woes that come and go
Like puzzle pieces that never fit
No matter how they’re led up in the center it remains an empty pit
Legend is it never gets easier so tell me this
What should I do attempt to find my faith or sever it
I’ll try to hang on with what energy is left
To any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant
To remain unanswered unstained untampered with
I only wish to get my measurements correct
I’ll try to hang on to what energy is left
Of any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant
To remain unanswered unstained untampered with
I only wish to get my measurements correct
Measure this correct and then inject it in your bones
These sentences and sentiments projected lift your whole
Being up and erupt that section of your soul
Which possesses you to fold under the pressure that controls
Human kind you can try to do it right
But who am I or you die and lose our lives in useless fights
I’m losing my mind to madness
And I feel like McMurphy trying to latch this
Fight the fashion of mindless actions
It’s Scissorhands to civil land and I can’t manage
To find my balance designing damage
And more unneeded stress in these times of panic
‘Til the final clashes of Titans happen
I’ll be trying to find my way out of this giant labyrinth
Through the turns and twists and turbulence
In the end if I’m still standing then I’ve been answered
I’ll try to hang on with what energy is left
To any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant
To remain unanswered unstained untampered with
I only wish to get my measurements correct
I’ll try to hang on to what energy is left
Of any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant
To remain unanswered unstained untampered with
I only wish to get my measurements correct
I’ll try to hang on with what energy is left
To any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant
To remain unanswered unstained untampered with
I only wish to get my measurements correct
I’ll try to hang on to what energy is left
Of any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant
To remain unanswered unstained untampered with
I only wish to get my measurements correct
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[Quid]
I sit alert cursing myself out like I’m the worst person
As Earth’s circling trying to find my first version or vision
Of my own personal virgin’s existence like when is my time right
When will I shine bright where’s my angel or when will I find light
Fuck it I seen the light all it really was was an archway into dark days
A lead-way right into the song that my heart plays
I find it difficult to express myself and sending out emotions
Unless I’m helped aided by my pen writing down these hopeless
Verses discouraged my courage is turning away burning to flames
I wish I could but I can’t extinguish the hurt and the pain
It lingers circling my brain surging through veins
Throughout my body I sit and sigh as it and I merge two ways
To form one singular person or frame as it becomes a burden and stains
The inner surface disclaims fades out with the turn of a page
Immersed in decay submerged in arrays of curses displayed
Through the eyes and lips of the most ever worshipped and praised
Unable to find ways to describe or words to explain
The beauty I acknowledge through every curve in the day
That I come across and ponder thoughts of her soft and honest talks
Was it all a monster fraud I loved her toss that out I’m lost
I can’t proceed I have to see her once again
A masterpiece and actually I think she must be sent
From the skies an angel in disguise I’ll wait to see the signs
Until I get passed my own issues she’ll just remain a piece of mind
[Jeff]
She said sign here we’ll stay together forever
I said it ain’t the time dear but never say never
She fled crying tears well whatever it’s better
This is a test of love for maybe one day the sun rays
Will bless us from above the test was tough
And as we both stood steady I realized something
I wasn’t ready to make the commitment this isn’t
The girl that I want to spend the rest of my life with is it
Damn that’s scary dating for a short time
She’s already mad at Mary that’s bad but barely
Because it got worse I had to choose first pot’s cursed
It’s not worth it my head got hot and out the spot I bursted
All the time wasted but now the rhyme makes it better
I’m sorry yes would’ve tasted better but nothing stays forever
I’m sorry yes would’ve tasted better but nothing stays forever
Nothing stays forever
[Quid & Jeff]
I’m sorry my apologies apologizing to an angel
Sorry it’s all my fault that I made you crazy and I take it
All back now if only you would accept then maybe
I could move to the next step but until then
I’m sorry my apologies apologizing to an angel
Sorry it’s all my fault that I made you crazy and I take it
All back now if only you would accept then maybe
I could move to the next step but until then
[Quid]
I’ve always loved you don’t think for a minute I didn’t
I’m wishing I listened a bit more than I did but I missed it
I missed my chance it has passed out the window and blown away
With the wind and sands of time I know I can not find
A love like that again ever again so this letter is sent
To you verbally I know that you’ve been hurt but please
Just give me a second listen and let it sink in and then if
You still hate me I will just give in and then get
The hell out of your life for good but if you accept it
You always know where I can be found without trying to look
It’s about time that I took the time out to push
Myself a little bit harder and get passed these crybaby hooks
But it’s so damn difficult every day I live I know
That it’s my fault I had the best and let her go I wish I called
A bit more often showed her how much love I have
‘Cause now I don’t have shit and it hurts so fucking bad
I don’t want anyone else don’t want anyone’s help
I just want to be left alone until I can let her go
And if I can’t at least until I can accept and cope
‘Cause now I feel like I’m about to test control
And lose my mind like a fuse of mine has been lit
I’m going to ex or implode I’ve sent this in motion
With big hopes that I can calm down
I’m only angry at myself and it’s making my mind melt
Slowly I hope we can patch this up
Hold me closely you’re the only I feel I actually trust
Or must be with the only one I can see me with
I’m not an expert but I think that that there is love
Slowly I hope we can patch this up
Hold me closely you’re the only I feel I actually trust
Or must be with the only one I can see me with
I’m not an expert but I think that that there is love
Sorry for never being there forever being scared
Of relationships and taking it to the next step where we’d have shared
Anything and everything don’t think I never think
‘Cause that’s all I do I’m all confused I only think of calling you
And going back in time to when I first saw you again
Used to be just an acquaintance but with patience I called you my friend
I’m sorry I didn’t take it a step farther than friends all my intents
Were nothing less than the best in show but you’ll never know
How sorry I am you’ll never know how sorry I am
You’ll never ever know how sorry I am
You’ll never know how sorry I am
You’ll never ever know how truly sorry I am…I’m sorry
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7. |
Slanted Sidewalks
03:39
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Well it seems any time I decide to attempt chasing a dream
I find my nightmares to be chasing me and there’s no place between
Realism and dreamy visions ‘stead I’m stuck with a makeshift median
Dividing the sides of who I am derailing lenience
It’s eating me alive and I can’t read between these lines that I’ve created
Shit-out-of-luck and stuck sifting these pages
Rewriting my own ending twenty to thirty times over
I know it’s all gold in the pot but I got to first see a rainbow
I'm colorblind nothing to find besides another try
So what if I can’t pinpoint my pointer upon its surface I’m
Speechless so much that I want to say I keep in
It’s not a silent treatment I’d just rather see you read these
Facial expressions or character traits I’ve presented
Pacing back and forth impatient unpleasant
Slash etcetera semicolon dash colon or comma
The list just keeps going on and on and on I’m a
"Brendlefly" caught in a web of lies
Resisting spider bites surviving endless tries
Playing possum I’m not dead only resting my eyes
If you wish to rectify my actions I’ll test if I could pass it
Simple as that I’ll adapt to nothing except my mind
Exercising my right to the freedom of such
It’s with a pen and some paper that I erect replies
That should establish who I really am inside
So who do you think you are I know that I’m no one
But it’s only this moment so if you’re thinking of blinking don’t think
I’m in need of assistance I can’t listen any longer
Your whispers seem so somber I’ll implode if they get stronger
Tipping the saucer reaching for my cup that’s half empty
Let’s see pretty sure the word for that’s envy
I want to be like the others and claim it’s half full
But I can’t pull myself in that direction towards rambles
Left in shambles babbling to myself nightly
Why can’t I see the light to ignite my dreams
Because your dreams are worthless as a person you ain’t worth shit
And you’d see it’s all in a day’s work if you knew what the fuck work is
Fuck you man middle-finger response to your woe-is-me speech
Telling me to open my mind only reason yours be open’s weed leaves
See me cracking a smile with the last laugh
I’ll be back after a while keep your hands off the dial
Well wait where you going just to walk ‘round the block
Across the same slanted sidewalk ‘cause it’s all that I got
I got nothing besides the B-Side of a broken record
And a collapsing sky even God can’t hold together
I’ll be Damned if I can’t capture the Magic Eye
And see the intended image through the shit cemented in it
This is not an inkblot or choose-your-own-outcome
It was all planned with a purpose so don’t lose your focus now
Come to a conclusion quickly move the confusion
Do what you want to do but try to lose that illusion
That tomorrow’s a better day tomorrow’s the biggest lie ever laid
Too pessimistic fine then let’s behave
And spend each day pretending that nothing is wrong
And everything’s great in every way shape and form
Walk your yellow brick roads call me if and when
You reach your destiny I’ll stick to my sidewalk and skip the trend
Walk your yellow brick roads call me if and when
You reach your destiny I’ll stick to my sidewalk and skip the trend
Walk your yellow brick roads call me if and when
You reach your destiny I’ll stick to my sidewalk and skip the trend
Walk your yellow brick roads call me if and when
You reach your destiny I’ll stick to my sidewalk and skip the trend
Walk your yellow brick roads call me if and when
You reach your destiny I’ll stick to my sidewalk and skip the trend
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8. |
Quest For Control
01:44
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Well it’s got me sick sick to a point a point of no return
Return the favor in favor of those who learn
Learn the ways ways to earn your pay paid in knowledge
Knowledge learned from statements meant for breaking logical
Explanations explaining plain and simple operations
In a maze of oddities across the page
Pages flipped off the face of
Trust me to dot the eyes so often glazed
Over it’s over nothing is over over the hill
We’re still going and growing and groweth we will
Never surrender or render ourselves helpless unless
Serenity enters screen as center-peace to the better breed of gents
Inject this into your bloodstream or flood
Flood the streets and flush these unclean ugly ducklings (ducklings)
Ducking the drum-beat the odds
It’s odd to see this sea so calm
Down the hatch hatching eggs sprouting facts
Facts to face face the facts you made that made a masquerade
Mask your face face this act this play the part
Part your way through into the matinee
Nay I want nothing you could offer
Offered services for your first born daugh-
Turning hay to gold-en-age the olden days
Days that we made our own the only way
Owners of life I live my own life and only I
Know the rhyme and reason to what I do
And you for you so use it you
Might be surprised at how much life you find
Owners of life I live my own life and only I
Know the rhyme and reason to what I do
And you for you so use it you
Might be surprised at how much life you find
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9. |
Overlooking The Obvious
04:07
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This is only the beginning I’m grinning at sitting ducks
Listen up you silly fucks something to prove then get on up
And be heard I can voice my opinion in three words
I am me and only me or so it seems we thirst
For the purity of one’s soul to be exposed or shown
The trouble is no one knows how to control their own speech slurs
Or how to reverse the wheel of time for a feet-first rebirth
Born again but this time with a thicker shell
Fully equipped to tell the truth listen well to help all through
These mediocre conversations with self y’all do
Well how loose do you plan on getting
Looser than these new found clowns pants are fitting
Listen for a minute if it isn’t too much trouble
Not to burst no bubbles but you fuckers all have fumbled
Keep it under the table in case of facing the fables created
Embracing the blame finger-points and labels we made up
Make up a new excuse raise up the Baloo in you
Minus the childish stylizations used to cool the fuse
My expectation is to glue nothing except the truth to you
Would you like to join me on this mission because this is
A starting point ‘bout to embark on a journey through jagged edges
And beveled creases never-ending dead-end streets and crescent pieces
I can’t piece this jigsaw together it never reaches a right
Eagerly awaiting daybreak to end this night and it’s
Lines upon lines upon lines and time-killers
Waste makes for haste chasing these lines filter the bad
Is it that bad really I can’t make up my mind
Nor find the time of day to design something worthwhile
Your lines weren’t drawn properly they’re too sketchy
Described as a mockery or loose ending
End it now I’d say stop it before it starts ignore the parts
That read like sheer farce and shore-bound sharks and march
March along your dotted lines sing that same old song
You’ve recited a thousand times over well now it’s my turn
To turn these tables and earn my way through
Burn all these memories first then make do
With what I’ve got left and yes it’s really not a lot
But it’s still enough to make pretend that I’m able to fill this cup
Building up a defense fencing in emotion
The coldest shoulders turned to see even less than before
If it’s at all possible using pens as swords
Weapon of choice slash defense-mechanisms surrender yours
I’ve come to realize less is more the more this lesson soars above
The more I love all the stress it pours upon us
The endless quests endured and conquests
Stepping in minefields watching my footing like watch this
I promise from this point on I’ll stop slouching
And start counting on my conscience to be honest allowing
The obvious to be overlooked no one look now
Here’s the part where we all fall down
Only push the envelope if and when it shows
To be completely necessary then we carry the letters home
Home where the heart is home seems the farthest away
And it’s never felt this good as it starts to decay
Sifting through these pencil shavings aiming for a sharp tip
Harnessing the artist inside arching the start of
The obvious to be overlooked no one look now
Here’s the part where we all fall down
Only push the envelope if and when it shows
To be completely necessary then we carry the letters home
Home where the heart is home seems the farthest away
And it’s never felt this good as it starts to decay
Sifting through these pencil shavings aiming for a sharp tip
Harnessing the artist inside arching the start of these lines
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10. |
Reason
05:40
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So are you trying to be rich or what? If I was I would be
I only do things that serve my purpose
And all I’ve been exposed to as of recent has no reason
So far all I’ve seen is worthless
For me I’m more concerned with relevance than anything
Bettering the better-off of self and setting up my second wind
Catching it like Indian dream-catchers between my breath breaks
Sequencing all effects festering to refresh slates
Get it going again set the stage step this way
Follow the leader in Pied Piper fashion round up the research
Hit the books listen look eager with an urgency
I’m on more of a, "Hi, my name is reason; have you heard of me?"
Obviously not quite alright ‘cause I’m here now
And I ain’t leaving ‘til I do some serious experimentation
I’m fairly impatient just thought you might want to know
Here come various variations most daring of demonstrations
Attempts at bettering humanity the sun is setting the moon is cackling
Life’s a bitter joke I must have missed the punchline
I really don’t see what’s so funny to these underachievers
I mean what’s there to life if you’ve got nothing to bleed for
This is not anti-war nor pleads to jump in the peace corpse
I’d just like some of these motherfuckers to see more
There’s more to life than plants wrapped up in cancer-cartons
And more to mine than traveling maps to stardom there’s reason
There’s reason
Stack your gold by the pilefull pussy yeah see what I care
Flaunt your feelings of fabrication and falsified fanfare
Where’s your logical reasoning at what’s up Ebenezer
Still holding out on cliché Cratchits I see nothing’s ever seemed worse
And words can’t explain the damn-near monstrosity assembling
Gentlemen start your engines and end this before it’s entrance in
The doors a force to be reckoned with I reckon this
Is nothing but bad news coverage hovering clouds thunder and lightening
Strike skull light bulb put out your cigarette light’s full
We’re still a little bit short on insightful goals
Act like you know piece your thesis reaching reason
Beat the beating bleed for seating head-of-table moniker East of Eden
A binary rivalry arriving in time for the untimely demise of dynasty
Unhappily ever after with the highest of "Criminies!"
Crumble the structure something’s rotten in Denmark
This is not what I sent for you see a smile on my face
Is this amusing to me well is it amusing to you
Answer as truthful as you can is this shit music to you
Is it easy on the ears is there even reason to hear
Or is it junk food for thought that you feed to your fears
There’s more to life than igniting plants to escape
More than one way to free yourself if you can’t get away
More to life than plants wrapped up in cancer-cartons
And more to mine than traveling maps to stardom there’s reason
My reason to keep proceeding is greeting the greedy
Keeping the needy eating ideas reaching a reading
What do we have here it seems a bit shaky in deciphering
I see through the snow and scrambles detaching the cake from its icing
And without warning I’m thwarting all of your plans
Foiling and spoiling destroying all that should last
Whatever stands in the way shall be casted away to the side
Abide by my lines and try these fine lines
Tight rope walker with a fear of heights no offers for nets
To catch the next mistake it light hose off first
Then decide if it’s something you really would like to try
Is it that time to fly or fight your mind and
Face your fears erase and encase your tears
Embrace the weird sensation that in the first place could take you
Here it is and here’s to you
For rising to the occasion say cheers and choose
Say cheese and die if you even believe that lie
A picture’s worth a thousand words what do you see in mine
Feast your eyes prepare for changes ‘round here
Expect the worst and try to make it sound clear
Crystal as well as visuals swivel pistol pow’s cheer
Cowboys and Indians cinema-sickness skewering civils wow we’re
In for in now pissing sin out since we’ve been drinking it down
By the gallon need reason I’m gallantly giving it out
Come one come all if you need it I got it
Get your fix quick ‘cause it’s depleting reason is not this
Pocketed palm print smooth-talking its way out of anything
Apparently it’s barely there stationed in sentiments
Evidently ending abruptly and no one cares if it’s unclean
Something along those lines define the terror in junkie
There’s more to life than trying to listen or say
And more to mine than simulating a save
There’s more to life than igniting plants to escape
More than one way to free yourself if you can’t get away
There’s more to life than plants wrapped up in cancer-cartons
And more to mine than traveling maps to stardom there’s reason
So what’s your reason
So what’s your reason
To come forth with one more
Reason and not become coarse
And not be knocked off of course
Of course (of course)
Of course (of course) of course
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11. |
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[Quid]
As the dust falls and gathers in piles
Can’t imagine or fathom my life absent a mile
Packed on my back as I’m cracking a smile
At these plastic (w)rap faggots without pattern or style
Mimicking the madness packed and wrapped up in bile
Not worth a good god damn in the hands of denial
So try to balance your imbalance and be happy to file
Any previous beliefs and be a man not a child
You’re acting like a phantom as you vanish it’s vile
Disgusted by your actions unsatisfactory final
Not much more to say like it’s the end of conversation
Sick of waiting so impatient for a trace of some amazement
With these bloodshot eyes fixed on viewing the invisible
It’s there we just can’t see it similar to a subliminal
Message embedded dressed in disguises hiding its own false identity
Behind the signs designed to look authentic please
Don’t be fooled or shooled on your own court
Suit yourself burn this mother down shooting your blowtorch
Too cliché for me to even pretend as if I’m listening
Guess I’ll keep my distance from the end as it keeps inching in
Itching for a conclusion some closure or a climax
Balanced between this mic inside my hands and the hi-hats
Trying to buy back the soul I sold see if it’s well intact
Not contaminated or tampered if that’s the case I’ll sell it back
For some originality frantically paddling to reach that
Like three rats being chased by street cats who can’t see that
Which lies right in front of them why does this sound so familiar
Park your fannies in a good seat and the dry humor will just kill ya
[A Distant Relic]
And the dry humor will just kill ya
[Quid]
And the dry humor will just kill ya
[A Distant Relic]
What’s the matter you can’t understand the metaphorical context
The lyrics seem confusing and to you the tune is nonsense
Maybe that’s because you love the past and dwell upon it
And robbing the former artists while you tarnish all their concepts
Regurgitation it’s vomit the devastation’s atomic
Take a lesson progression must be supersonic no stopping
But you refuse to even glance into the future
How ‘bout this get a therapist and hire one of us as a tutor
You’re worthless for certain you serve the world with no purpose
Pull the curtains I’ve had enough of their blasphemous sermon
Throw in the towel these dirty cat burglars on prowl
With disguises and painted eyelids resemble a scoundrel
And they don’t want you to notice because their motives are foul
Leaches deserve to be herded up swiftly kicked in the bowels
And as the wolves howl and owls make their presence known
I reflect upon my message and send it through hopeful vocal tones
And just in case of possible auditory overload
I’ll chisel my commandments on tablets and hope they stay intact
And then I won’t get mad and turn my vision into broken stones
When I see them worshipping gold rabbits they call their own
Old habits just might be shown right to the door
If they can’t be resurrected correctly like Hammer pants you wore
A catastrophic bore I’m losing attention
But culture seems to like you despite who you might be offending
To me you’re just an insect trying to bury his head
Under my skin to feast I’m sneezing and my eyes turning red
Bottom line I want you and your type out of my sight
Annihilate your existence piss on these motherfucking dust mites
[Quid]
Piss on these motherfucking dust mites
[A Distant Relic]
Piss on these motherfucking dust mites
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12. |
Tip Of The Iceberg
03:44
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I feel this room is spinning around me I’m drowsy I try to plant my feet
But I cannot reach or meet the ground am I dreaming sleeping sound
I don’t know but I think reality is running low on battery
Cannot seem to get motivated to put forth any effort
My head hurts and nothing I do seems to make it better
I guess I’m better off empty and bitter let me just slither my way
Away from entering in your section of this here monotony cycle
I shattered circles on my way in
Complete opposite direction directed towards domination
In a sense not so innocent the scent of sickness sent
Inhale exhale engage in a different text
Listen perplexed enigma vexed and vision fixed on fishing nets
I’m hooked look both ways and finish pinching flesh
Wake the fuck up then buckle the fuck down what now
Now you know there’s no such thing as bed bugs come sun down
Moonrise two eyes blinking and nostrils flaring
Little boy keeps crying wolf but I can tell he shot the sheriff
I’ll play parent and moderate this mischief monger pronto
Knock him off that pretend pedestal hopping honchos
And through the turns and twists you’d think that we would learn from this
But it only gets worse and it never ends
It just continues on and on and on
It never ends you can call it what you want
Still it never ends it’s going on and on and on
And through the turns and twists we still haven’t learned from this
Game without defeat counting sheep until I’m sound asleep
Bouncing off the walls a thousand times before the mountain peaks
Set out for sea look out below look out for me
Crash-landing I can’t stand being out of reach
Can’t stand being out of reach with reality
Trapped inside my own dreamscapes
And this room’s spinning around me I’m drowsy I try to plant my feet
But I cannot reach or meet the ground am I dreaming sleeping sound
I don’t know but I think reality is running low on battery
Cannot seem to get motivated to put forth any effort
And this room’s spinning around me I’m drowsy I try to plant my feet
But I cannot reach or meet the ground am I dreaming sleeping sound
I don’t know but I think reality is running low on battery
Cannot seem to get motivated to put forth any effort
My head hurts and nothing I do seems to make it better
I guess I’m better off empty and bitter sending a shiver
Down my own spine time to time and I scare myself awake
Seldom face the flames that melt away all blame
Redefine the definition of self-conflict through settlement
It feels so desolate cutting out the middle man
Hop to it Skippy I mean who really gives a damn
These problems they don’t fit in hands I’m sick of this and that
And bitter bitches and nags symptoms of pissant transformations
Is it bad I can’t look tell me when it’s over Doc
And give my regards to the wretched reflection of those who mock
Circulating most of my reality as it’s known
Oh my God every soul is locked inside a holding block
To hold and block out anything we have left
Any strand of dignity because they’ll pick at that next
And through the turns and twists you’d think that we would learn from this
But it only gets worse and it never ends
It just continues on and on and on
And never ends you can call it what you want
Still it never ends it’s going on and on and on
And through the turns and twists we still haven’t learned from this
Game without defeat counting sheep until I’m sound asleep
Bouncing off the walls a thousand times before the mountain peaks
Set out for sea
I’m setting out for sea
I’m not stopping until I reach the tip of the iceberg
I’m not stopping until I sink my own ship
I’m not stopping
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13. |
Cursed
05:07
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I need this like a need a hole in my head
That might be just what I needed to open my mind if only it meant
The same if only it were similar
If only this was easier if only it were simpler
If only you could show me a sign that I could read
And interpret to a plausible degree then all of this might seem
Somewhat worthwhile worth the time that I put into it extra effort
Blood sweat and tears and years of desperate measures
Wretched textures tidal waves and precious pressure
I’d love to take it a step farther but the mess still festers
Irony I’d emcee in the hopes to finally be noticed
Stand out in a crowd a real sight to see
Out for recognition to leave impressions when they listened
And even if they did isn’t it sickening
Excluding my plans finally met somebody worth it
Liked me for me after what seemed endless searches
And being me and the imbecile I am
I pushed her away along with all else that was in the way
May this be my wakeup-call call it caustic but I’m cursed
And what hurts the worst is I’m the one who caused it
I need it I need this I need to emcee
It’s like my birthright to get each verse right
Breathe in exhale the breath stale
And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale
And I need it I need this I need to emcee
It’s like my birthright to get each verse right
Breathe in exhale the breath stale
And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale
The best and worst day of my life the first day I would write
When I sat down and made up a rhyme inside
Of my notebook the design of a poem cut
Out all of my drawing dreams ‘cause I got to show up
All these nonbelievers drop their jaws and lead the line
While I speak and rhyme and they’d listen all to me ‘cause I
Seemed so fly jeez he can rhyme I never knew
I’d write hundred line verses on purpose just to say I’d forever spew
Rhymes never run out rhyming master
Yeah more like lying bastard
And as I look back I only wish that I had had more
Time for laughter instead of always trying to rap for
These people I’d only know a few years
Who down the road won’t exist to me pursuing careers
They’ll forget me if they haven’t already
Music I glued to their ears’ll vanish and end in a matter of seconds
I wasted so much time on rapping I never
Took the time to look behind or back where I entered
See Hip-Hop was the only thing I put half of an effort into
Looking back now that’s when I miss you
My sweet golden years ‘cause I let them slip through
My fingertips could’ve saved me had I paid attention to the little things
I didn’t this is my curse I’m cursed
And what hurts the worst is this is it it’s over
I need it I need this I need to emcee
It’s like my birthright to get each verse right
Breathe in exhale the breath stale
And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale
And I need it I need this I need to emcee
It’s like my birthright to get each verse right
Breathe in exhale the breath stale
And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale
I’m cursed can’t you tell witchcraft and casted spells
What happened to Patrick I ask myself
Thoughts cross the tracks as the train leaves the station
Resume your goodbyes and proceed to take away from it all
Just take it out right out of the final copy
Mastered and overwriting the rights that were signed so sloppy
Peace to any progress thanks for nothing I’m cursed
And what hurts the worst is I made something from bluffing
But I need it I need this I need to emcee
It’s like my birthright to get each verse right
Breathe in exhale the breath stale
And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale
And I need it I need this I need to emcee
It’s like my birthright to get each verse right
Breathe in exhale the breath stale
And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale
And I need it I need this I need to emcee
It’s like my birthright to get each verse right
Breathe in exhale the breath stale
And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale
And I need it I need this I need to emcee
It’s like my birthright to get each verse right
Breathe in exhale the breath stale
And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale
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14. |
Whirlwind Of Wishes
03:54
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If I had one wish I would wish for a kiss from the lips of this
World to let me know that she still listens to the words flow
From my lips onto her whole surface
Trying to complete this circle to perfect
If I had one wish I would wish for a kiss from the lips of this
World to let me know that she still listens to the words flow
From my lips onto her whole surface
But every circle’s not perfect
Like perfect circles I complete the words to these verses
Just trying to get through this life with worth and a purpose
Appalled and perturbed that I’m always unheard
So I personally purchased this journal to work with
And record the thoughts down of one of the purest of wordsmiths
Words to be merging later with music as I’m learning to turn this
Table to you kid but first thing is first it’s urgent
We earn the trust from these versions of serpent-like urchins
Searching this earth with evil verbally cursing its people
And artists just turn to their easels
And paint the pictures I wait to hear the faintest whispers
Of this world she owes an answer each day I hope to hear back from her
I ask disturbed if that’s absurd but nobody ever
Answers back I’ve heard nothing I guess I can’t be sure
So until that day I’ll sit and wait and listen greatly
Tuned to the station where every wish brewed eventually is true
Set the stage set the visual and let me say
What echoes in my soul every day I let these wishes roam
Throughout my body wishing I could simply hold
The numbness but hundreds of imps and ghosts begin to poach
My inner hopes so I wish out of the situation
Not realizing I’m using up the last wish I was saving
To have one more conversation and know that the Lord listens
So now if I had one wish I would only wish for more wishes
If I had a wish I’d grasp it with all that I have within me
And strictly just ask for this which is
Peace of mind peace with myself
Lead the line passed grievance time while keeping my health
Reaching high delving in clouds ‘til both my hands meet with sky cells
And beauty would be set free as I fell
The deepest vibes felt feel these are the reasons I tell
Feelings of mine well freely and fine while speaking my mind
It seems these previously I’ve dealt with and
Excuse me if it’s too much to ask for a helping hand
Or wish for a wish to exist in the midst
Of my life in times of high strife wishing that this
Girl named world might be listening in
And set everything straight as her lips kiss me again
Just one more time of locked lips would commence
If only reality would follow every wish that I send
Up to the Heavens I wonder if anyone’s there in the first place
And do I have their fucking attentions
This is the worst way that they could possibly punish me
Just want someone to listen to what I speak of and be there
The littlest proof religion is truth and isn’t a spoof
A giant waste of time wishing to you as if you’re listening to
The words I pray wishes I wish
My only real wish is for the perfect day to turn my way
If I had one wish I would wish for a kiss from the lips of this
World to let me know that she still listens to the words flow
From my lips onto her whole surface
Trying to complete this circle to perfect
If I had one wish I would wish for a kiss from the lips of this
World to let me know that she still listens to the words flow
From my lips onto her whole surface
But every circle’s not perfect
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15. |
Ghostworld?
03:12
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I don’t recall a hazardous or miraculous event
But the way I’m brushed off damn this has to be an end
I’m unseen I must be vanishing unless
I’m just that unimportant but I choose to believe the other one
Stand amazed in realization that I might as well just be
A vacant in this place ain’t delve too deep but I sure as hell ain’t seen
A flash of light still I’m led to believe
This is the afterlife so I grab on tight to my mattress I’ve
Waken up oh shit it was a dream but for some reason
Still I don’t believe look for my image but it’s clean
The mirror is nothing but glass
Coming to fact is the worst nightmare I’ve had in my life
And damn it if I can not survive relax or get by
Push aside these anarchy signs that blacken our minds
The question remains right in back of me why
Is this accurate did I really just happen to die
And if so do I have to stand in a line
To get to the Chapel of Time and hear immaculate chimes
And tolls of bells where other souls all dwell
Some scolded roped and quelled on a hold in Hell
We don’t speak of those nor tell their stories over
I hoped to smell a rose and knelt down but picked a four-leaf clover
I’ll need more luck than beauty in a garden of darkness
Evil Eden parked in hardships we can’t breathe and we hardly harvest
It’s a tale of starving artists trying to sharpen our tips
Of graphite to gradually graphically add light
Tones of shading to make bolder statements
Arose to the occasion and broke the basis of silence
Reciting this poem I’m making
Writing yet hiding beneath this poker face
That I put on from time to time by and by
Like moon rises and sun sets some wept but I dried their eyes
I tried to slide through your lips and into your hearts
But I realized y’all don’t listen nor live for your art the craft
It’s hard to grasp this concept
I tried my best honest to part this path and promised
You better times but when I tried you hardly listened
Just stared with empty eyes while I sparked a vision
Carving indentations causing inclinations
Just darkens our situation
I’m sick of ravens waiting for me to die
So I keep my eyes to the pavement saving secrets I’ve
Come across or seen as I walk the streets
Not a single soul will talk to me as if I’ve lost my reach
To human contact battling reality the truest combat
As you reach to fuse with God’s hands
There's no such thing in a spiral coral of oral quarrels no morals
Just a mortal who’s trapped in a portal or lapse
In time somewhere but really I don’t care
Just hope the songs I write won’t cause the rights to be wrong or slightly
Different I hope you’re listening but I know you’re not
It’s just a place filled with cold and bitterness and in it is
A world of ghosts the first thing to go
Is the color of Earth and its tones then they murder your soul
It irks me to no end feel like I’m
The only person who’s pure in this whole thing in a world of ghosts
In a world of ghosts the first thing to go
Is the color of Earth and its tones then they murder your soul
It irks me to no end feel like I’m
The only person who’s pure in this whole thing in a world of ghosts
In a world of ghosts the first thing to go
Is the color of Earth and its tones then they murder your soul
It irks me to no end feel like I’m
The only person who’s pure in this whole thing in a world of ghosts
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16. |
The Best It Ever Gets
06:16
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Where’s the time gone will you continue to keep this light on
At the front porch for me she answered always and forever
And that’s when I awoke and all the smoke had cleared
Broken hopes faces transformed to stone now show no fear
I’m tired of being the only one who takes anything serious
Appearing delirious with a poker sneer as joker’s clear the room
Did you hear the news we’re doomed entered well and left
With our spirits bruised dragged down by the ongoing fear we’ll lose
Clear the room I need to be alone for a moment
Soul is corroding becoming another ghost or a hopeless
If only I’d noticed the hole a bit earlier off
Could’ve stopped it from growing so big and learned to be calm
But I can’t get a grip and I can’t seem to fit anywhere
Is the solution to act as if I never cared or step a stair
Down now’s the time to figure that out imprisoned by frowns
A victim of my own decision to slouch
And if it fits then stick it in and quit your bitter bickering
‘Cause you control what you have chose and this here is no different
If you don’t know what you want done then listen with more interest
The whispers in the wind will always tell you what you’re missing in
Real life and what lies in front of your eyes
You’re blind to the facts no time to relax or feel fine
Read the fine printing what’s in between the lines
Seek to find something worth the time spent and redefine
Your reality reshape your anatomy
Redirect yourself and help recreate a balance beam
To balance out all that can’t amount to something grander
Too many questions asked and I only have one answer
This is all it is the best it ever gets
And this is all you get if you never lift a brick
It’s time to build but time stands still
And time after time my time’s not filled
This is all it is the best it ever gets
And this is all you’ll get if you never lift a brick
It’s time to build but time stands still
And time after time it’s only time that I kill
Another day is gone another day has died
And nothing you can say will come as a surprise
Surprise your prize is the feeling of being alive
I’ll take a rain check kick back and just feast my eyes
I’ve never in all my life seen anything appear so dead
It’s only dead to those who don’t know how to hold a fence (offense)
Open heads and let’s take a peek at what’s inside
Sorry if it’s a crime to stutter lines I’d be obliged
To be the prompter two-cents-giver and help deliver inward dimples
Reassurance that it’s simple to slip first
I challenge you to balance two items or more
Upon your shoulder blades blindfolded racing time and what for
I don’t know remain speechless dreaming of being free
Without the grievance of seeing greed spread evenly with deceit
Reaching for leads I’m cleaning my cleats only to slip them
Right back on and walk knee-deep in defeat because
If it fits then stick it in and quit your bitter bickering
‘Cause you control what you have chose and this here is no different
If you don’t know what you want done then listen with more interest
The whispers in the wind will always tell you what you’re missing in
The real world burning appeal personal as a journal is
Opposing the wheel’s circular motion it’s
A cycle ongoing process so common to be a problem
Problematic and adding to the last disastrous happening
I find myself ask again what’s really happening
After all the plans collapse or crash-land and
When is it over so is it really over
Well if it really is I’ll wait for whispers in the wind to tell me
This is all it is the best it ever gets
And this is all you get if you never lift a brick
It’s time to build but time stands still
And time after time my time’s not filled
This is all it is the best it ever gets
And this is all you get if you never lift a brick
It’s time to build but time stands still
And time after time it’s only time that I kill
This is all it is the best it ever gets
And this is all you get if you never lift a brick
It’s time to build but time stands still
And time after time my time’s not filled
This is all it is the best it ever gets
And this is all you get if you never lift a brick
It’s time to build but time stands still
And time after time it’s only time that I kill
‘Cause this is all it is the best it ever gets
And this is all you get if you never lift a brick
It’s time to build but time stands still
And time after time my time’s not filled
This is all it is the best it ever gets
And this is all you’ll get if you never lift a brick
It’s time to build but time stands still
And time after time it’s only time that I kill
Lost in a brainstorm minus a life jacket
Still asking about life and why can’t I have an
Answer besides this repetitive nonsense
Echoing through my brain on delay it stays same
And damn I feel as if I’m losing my touch
And in all honesty I can’t stand who I’ve become
But ooh what a rush it’s been losing another win
Reasons to smile leave my file and choose another simp
Flip the grid grip the whip crack side
Sink my ship snip my wings detach pride
Is this it that’s right and oddly I’ve never felt better
Being so off-center
I’ve never felt better being so off-center
Never felt more at home as I do when I’m alone
I’ve never felt a feeling like this
Just knowing it’s the best it ever gets
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