With a vast array of fascinations it’s hard to stay back away from It all back to reality panicking as we’re placing that call Praying our passion surpasses our pain in This age of examinations (Hurray for imagination!) Innovating and that which makes us believe we’re still alive Read between the lines seek to find escape from contamination Is it unreasonable to try? Could I equate this to The teeth of Venus to a fly? All the more reason most people take it to That place if you can’t make it through then fuck it man I hate to use This language choose a better way to say it dude (I’m angry too) And so what’s left besides a soul suppressed and molting let’s Devote a fresh perspective to this message of hope with no regrets Spoken best by those whom estimate the outcome Good or bad got both in check don’t overstep the notion yet Sound up the crowd’s around us confound this cloud that found us Let it rain never step away embrace the now and out comes This that the facts that smack back In fact if that’s that let’s practice last laughs Alas if cats can’t may they at least attempt To redirect their dreams and get at least a piece of them At least a little bit a taste to chase away Any fiddlesticks or similar ways to face dismay This may relate to facing flames to make the day A tad more interesting A clash with inner wrestling Of demons or personal burdens fears of certain assertions Relating to the way we view this world or worsened Versions of ourselves developed inside our minds Warped perspectives torn to shreds it seems this life of mine’s Not quite what it seemed struggling to come to terms With what’s really going on nothing is what we’ve learned Thus far realizing life is sub-par so what’s our next step An attempt to jump-start a less slept On way of living gone with the wind it Seems these once-quoted "classics" have all but continued On take your pictures and hope they last forever ‘Cause sooner than later this music’ll fade to a "No one can remember that!" Let me ask you this question "Can it all be so simple?" Instrumentals and a pen and pad Yes in fact it can however that’s a set of facts Lesser known by most or so the story goes like This that with facts that smack back In fact if that’s that let’s practice last laughs Alas if cats can’t may they at least attempt To redirect their dreams and get at least a piece of them At least a little bit a taste to chase away Any fiddlesticks or similar ways to face dismay This may relate to facing flames to make our days A tad more interesting but that officially ends this

Breathe again blessed are those who can see again Dreaming in a nightmarish plight scared to be again Reaching in slowly but surely to get their piece of this Get back on their feet again and walk the line with eager steps Disbelief connects the dots between what’s real and never got Let’s get all our heads involved ‘cause birds of a feather flock Supposedly the saying goes make it known I’m taking notes There’s an overload of vacant hopes adjacent to the hatred shown When mics get checked it’s life or death (situation normal) I’m willing to bet this isn’t a test inflicted it’s a portal Once entered leads the individual to believe they’re indivisible Pitiful keep the mimics to a minimum Cleaning up the glitches in the system is the mission This decision was envisioned first then carried out by listeners The hims and hers who do believe and truly see just what could be If only we would breathe again Even when it seems the end is right around the corner Kitty corner to disorder ignore the mortal borders And finite ways of thinking this is it so let’s begin with A deep inhale in so we can find out if we’re in this Even when it seems the end is right around the corner Kitty corner to disorder ignore the mortal borders And finite ways of thinking this is it so let’s begin with A deep inhale in so we can find out if we’re in this or not Inhale exhale listen to the tale Tall as ever being told unfolding to unveil If nothing else than merely just another well-put theory Developing a series of, "Just tell it to the weary!" I don’t need the reassurance of a "listener" quote unquote I’m in this for the long haul I'll bring the Holy Ghost my damn self Damn right never acted like I’m handheld Controlled by higher powers I keep it moving like fan belts Knowing we have to contend with the hand we were dealt But can’t let it end until we answer ourselves Now that’s the true test so let me answer who’s next It goes (Q-U-I-D-O-N-E) with after effects nonexistent Accompanied by Tom with Bombs to flip this Entire scene on its ass without a pot to piss in And leave it like that just to see if they can’t Learn to breathe again or at least pretend to believe in that chance Misleading people seems to feel more like a trance Hypnotic not Hip-Hop if we’re ignoring the Rap This isn’t Lord of the Dance I’m not trying to lean back I’m trying to get up in it delivering life through these tracks So let me get a minute at least to administer these Little points of view with a voice that few Will recognize but either way regardless of what people say I’ve trained myself to breathe again so this is where I seem to stay Fuck opinions fuck a finish-line plus diminished time Fuck rappers too I’ll spit a rhyme when I finish mine I said it I’m unimpressed with their intentions Fuck their ciphers and their feelings I wrote this and I meant it For all of those who don’t believe or only see the mess Let me show you how to breathe again

I’m not asking you to nod your heads or raise your hands All I’m asking from you is your attention spans I’ll keep it short and to the point I know our time is precious If I guarantee one thing I won’t waste a second of yours Let me assure you this much If you listen to the following you’ll soon get touched By that realness every artist wishes they have This is just that and that is the difference I’m not a motivational speaker nor am I Hip-Hop I’m barely part of this culture that’s been horribly dissed on Misshapen and shit on by its own participants Slowly sinking into yet another whole new image this Is ever-changing -- are we chameleons or trend setters? Damn it feels good to be a rapper never been better Who am I trying to kid? I’m sick of rivaling through rhymes is this Really what my life’s become? Illegit (ill, legit) a lie in (a lion) the Face of fear (find the puns) let’s make things clear am I the one Whose job it is to stop this shit from entering Apocalyptic measurements synonymous with any hints toward An intolerance for honor with a dominant hypothesis? Absolutely not now sit back and let it ring Perhaps if everything was reintroduced as Ever-changing similar to faces on a daily Basis I would maybe then and only then be crazy enough To take this for what it truly is and move with it This music is my life and I refuse to view it as a game But I’m glad you can maybe that’s better Shouldn’t be such a shock when you lose facing the ever Changing face of lesser known players who enter You can choose to change with the rest or create something fresher Move aside! Who am I? Q-U-I-D Opposition equals suicide watch as I utilize these Skills I have and fill the gaps in fact My style’s exactly what’s been missing in this bitch and that’s Style just one listen’s sufficient evidence Hands off the dial I ain’t sinking into this mess if it Ain’t necessary yet I regret to share that yes it’s very At least at this point in time when time seems secondary To all who evolved or like to think they did The big kids who fight with a mic and ink Hold imaginary titles so vital to why we sink And crack under the pressure no effort ever could bring Us back so instead I try to move ahead But stay rooted in the basics on some good ol’ fashioned rapping and Boom-Bap shit Patrick’s got a grasp on Exactly what he’s doing pursuing that which he can with- -out a doubt now allow the sound To progress for the better and never ever get out Of control I hold this together whenever I be on the mic I rock it right the shit ain’t rocket science I keep one hand in my pocket the other on top of time it Seems as though it’s been leaving as of recently It’s been seeming this way Damn you don’t say man it’s okay So long as we change for the better and keep it fresh That’s a success we’ve succeeded but people let’s Not change with it I’m trying to change for it Been pouring my whole heart and soul into this more or Less since the beginning I’ve been bringing my all And no matter what happens I’ll still be singing my songs But never asking you to nod your heads or raise your hands All I’m asking from you is your attention spans I’ll keep it short and to the point I know our time is precious If I guarantee one thing I won’t waste a second of yours Let me assure you this much If you listen to the following you’ll soon get touched By that realness every artist wishes they have This is just that and that is the difference I'm not asking you to nod your heads or raise your hands All I’m asking from you is your attention spans I’ll keep it short and to the point I know our time is precious If I guarantee one thing I won’t waste a second of yours Let me assure you this much If you listen to the following you’ll soon get touched By that realness every artist wishes they have This is just that and that is the difference man

One of these days I’m gonna be great Just you wait I’ll get my head on straight I’m gonna find my place when I find my way One of these days I’m gonna finally escape From these days of depression and disgrace I’m gonna find a way out of the maze There’s gonna be a day doubt seems to fade away One of these days Today I’ll raise the stakes new start a saving grace It’s hard to take in break the chains to change the pace And face the flames to make a change to change today For tomorrow’s sake and all our fates so they don’t fade away With the wind and breath or sins of flesh those who wait to change with age But never will ‘cause nothing changes let it fill their fucking faces Lies upon lies and more lies and some embrace this Sick to my stomach shaking people claim that I’m just impatient Truth is no one is waiting except maybe to die Take it from I who have nothing but the pain that I hide Day to day contemplating if time and space is a lie As a race can we find the answer to the question why We’re plagued and it’s time to find a way to get out Escape routes and doubts empty pages I’ve found Continuously haunting my mind daunting I find I’m falling behind trying desperately to walk a straight line But can’t I’m stuck in a rut accustomed to shucks Nothing but bad luck seems to be covering me up And I’m flustered by the fluctuating crux of this hunch Something’s a miss amidst the misconceptions this could get quite interesting Listen for a minute as I fit this in and switch direction Intersecting intellects are intercepting imperfections Disconnecting dismal destinations in this mess I’m waiting Pacing back and forth reminding myself to take a breath and say this Face it this may indeed be a sign of slipping Losing passion fusing that with an attempt of using that which No longer exists in my heart of hearts but art is art And real artists never die recognize the hardest part of this Life that we can’t seem to get a grip on Yet still some how some way we’ll find a way to cling on To live long and prosper in the proper Trekkie fashion It’s not the best advancement but still outdoes the average And it’s like that whether or not you care to join It’s not gonna stop the movement of music repairing voids It’s all gonna come together as we’ll all see very soon One of these days we’re just gonna face the music and hear the tune For once truly hear it visualize beauty fear it not As lyrics clear the botched up ruins the spirit’s locked on “Watch, Ma! No hands!” Quite a bold man To go the other way down a one-way street with a closed hand Clenching on a new plan vengeance is in bloom past The everlasting ruse that keeps pestering our moods as Menacing as blues are once upon a new start We’ll wish away this winter making up for it as you are Clenching on the new plan vengeance is in bloom past The everlasting ruse that keeps pestering our moods as Menacing as blues are once upon a new start We’ll wish away this winter making up for it with true hearts

Looking around drowsy drowning in my surroundings Nothing seems accurate "Yo, what’s going on?" Am I asleep or awake? Fiendishly fleeing the state Needing a reason to take my mind off of controlling all Yawn I’m done with this at dawn we spawn a new clause and run with it Obey or say “Auf Wiedersehen” no stalling all is plummeting And desperate times need desperate measures to be taken quickly No more putzing around fuck it I found a way to get beyond all that However my tactics must remain a mystery You understand politics and crocks of shit the sickly need a leader And a reason to believe there’s still a chance Of survival keeping hope alive while others throw their hands in the air And run around in circles like decapitated chickens Or agitated kittens chasing their tails waiting to fail Embracing their fates as they get derailed Having accepted the fact they’re dead weight no intent to raise the sails As the veil lifts to expose the truth beneath it We should take it in behold a few more secrets A revealing of feelings appealing to those In need of reasons to keep proceeding toward reaching their goals And the fact remains I can’t explain the why behind what I Do it’s just the Who I grew into these rhymes I write Are all I have realistically packed in my mind Which over-thinks every situation I happen to find Myself thrust into as luck would have it there’s nothing to Grab-a-hold of in the hopes of staying afloat ‘cause I’m drowning at the threshold of a collapsed sound-bridge Enter an ellipsis skip through this shit and get out quick No more reminiscing well it isn’t In fact it’s still relevant and that which developed this “Tell ‘em, Quid!” I’d rather not I’d prefer to ramble on Pretending like it’s all good y’all should too Get it? (Got it) Living honestly never felt so good Up until now as it all seems to fall apart And starts to unravel humans turned into examples Tuned to Channel Zero heroes who can’t handle Chewing apples (spit the core) lose a battle (win the war) This minute’s yours but don’t forget what it was for Glorifying tragedy borderline insanity The more endured I find I’m horrified by the reality Of standing here alone sinking into this earth Heart on my sleeve starting to see an image emerge Clearly it’s like finally I’m hearing The voice of reason point to me sincerely Here we go again opening my heart mind and soul to this Broken down folded in art form Or so I’ve quoted it hoping it might still have some hope in it Only if the path that we’ve chosen is The right one time runs out as mine comes Interesting as it is it isn’t quite the visual as Once imagined by the young dumb and damned in Fact it’s actually more of an unsung catastrophe That tragically we all will one day experience Though some say it’s merely just a series of Unfortunate events that culminate to this The end of the line when measured in time the ultimate abyss

One down the game continues undoubtedly The smell of gun powder and blood become the centerpiece Overwhelming everything however every player Manages to keep composure and their poker faces focused Hold it feel the steel cold against Your sweaty palm and temple setting off the mental state Face fate’s fickle finger click the picture And remember this is how you chose to go out Only the proud partake in this insanity happily Pass the piece circular motion a stir of emotions That occurs with devotion to this game toast to the insane Going out there’s a chance one in six it’s a cliff hanger For sure now spin the fucking cylinder Listen for the finisher this isn’t one for visitors You’re either in or your out there’s no in between It all boils down to who you’ve chosen to be Have you any hopes or a dream any shred of decency Wipe the sweat from your brow don’t question reasoning If you’re a part of this then check your conscience at the door Throw caution to the wind and let the ominous décor Take you over hate controls your every thought especially Those of you now hopes to lose are all that you can focus on And everything that you used to hold so high All of a sudden becomes microscopic so does life And there’s no cares only cold stares from blank faces An unforgiving hunk of metal in the center sits intent and Holds your fates take it point click There’s nothing left to do now ‘cept hope for the one in six Two down the game continues with a new sound Thunderous and under it the one in six truth now The smell of victory seems enticing ‘til the next round When another round’s inserted and spun bets down All in the game continues without stalling The smell of gun powder and blood become appalling The air thickens but still all remaining players Continue to keep composure and their poker faces focused

I broke another mirror so what’s seven more years Fuck luck I guess I’ll try my hand at stepping through fear Switching the gears changing up pace facing the day For exactly what it is and why I’ve made it this way I’ve ceased seizing the seasons belief’s leaving this evening Seems eternal now and as sure as I am a circle’s round I keep keeping my secrets no reason to spare I who have nothing but these teeth that I bear In every fake smile cast to the grimace of a stranger I may write a rap probably finish it up later Procrastination: the story of my life With low aspirations I’m bored with trying to try So fuck it I’m giving up kid this is me stopping This is me accepting failure as I piss on each option I was given – given I’ve already squandered life Every minute that I’ve had it – I’ve had it yet I’m alive Still for whatever unknown reason I’m still kicking time’s still ticking away Scribbling this ink on this page Sifting through my every thought across this infinite space Still for whatever unknown reason I’m still kicking time’s still ticking away Sitting in this mess that I’ve made Wishing that the end of days is seven seconds away Take seven bad years put ‘em all in a line Take the time to reflect on each I bet that all that you’ll find Are pieces to a puzzle that’s impossible to solve We can never get back the time we’ve wasted obviously all We have in this life is our passion and pride And in order to get ‘em in order seems we have to rely On a golden age of damage that damages lives Where animalistic instinct sans ration resides Imagine if time could actually aid In mastering one’s high not just pass us all by Another year gone another year wasted Another year older with nothing to say for it Or myself and I’m sure that it sure would help If I wasn’t such an asshole before but hell It’s a little late for that there’s no taking it back In fact there’s only time to wonder why another day has past Still for whatever unknown reason I’m still kicking time’s still ticking away Scribbling this ink on this page Sifting through my every thought across this infinite space Still for whatever unknown reason I’m still kicking time’s still ticking away Sitting in this mess that I’ve made Wishing that the end of days is seven seconds away Still for whatever unknown reason I’m still kicking time’s still ticking away Scribbling this ink on this page Sifting through my every thought across this infinite space Still for whatever unknown reason I’m still kicking time’s still ticking away Ticking away ticking away Ticking away It goes one foot in the right door too bad I can not find more Than three seconds per session inside this hell that I call My life what do we fight for besides our writing rights cor- -responding with a moderately mandatory, “Five more minutes, Ma!” Living on the edge of this affliction I’m Sitting on my ass as time passes with a grin upon My face in attempt of laughing at mistakes "Six minutes, Quid, you’re on!" In seven days I’ll make that change Seven days I’ll make that change seven days I’ll make that change Seven days seven days seven days I’ll make that change Nothing to expand upon just another vagabond Traveling this earth without a place a waste a man without A face disgraced embracing that which can’t amount To anything ‘cept for seven deadly sins handed down Nothing to expand upon just another vagabond Traveling this earth without a place a waste a man without A face disgraced embracing that which can’t amount To anything ‘cept for seven deadly sins handed down Nothing to expand upon just another vagabond Traveling this earth without a place a waste a man without A face disgraced embracing that which can’t amount To anything ‘cept for seven deadly sins handed down Nothing to expand upon just another vagabond Traveling this earth without a place a waste a man without A face disgraced embracing that which can’t amount To anything ‘cept for seven deadly sins handed down

This is an anti-fame anthem I ain’t new to this shit Quid’s the name shit ain’t changed I’m still glued to this Bic Won’t ever loosen my grip and yes I choose to do this That’s the man I’ve grown to be fuck the suit-wearing stiffs I’d rather grab a mic and (w)rap circles ‘round these motherfuckers Yes I’m Caucasian yes I grew up in the suburbs Never faking the funk though I’m just being myself Ain’t where you’re from it’s where you’re at and I’m here speaking to tell My story and if that doesn’t interest you then sorry But that’s not why I am doing this pursuing it for all the Non-believers (hecklers) it’s comedy (the Jester) Seems to be coming out on top hearing the “Yes, Sir(s)” (yes, sir) And if it’s a dream I’m just an eye-shut away From being right back where I thought I was in the first place Worst case scenario I’ll simply remain Unnoticed but focused and numb to the pain humming away I’m just humming away This anthem of anti-fame I’m just humming away ‘Cause really nothing has changed except some words on a page Some hairs that have grayed because well certainly age But other than that I’m still the same ol’ A-Hole yes that’s The truth still rapping still nothing’s happening Probably could’ve guessed that without my saying so I’m underground as fuck not even my next-door neighbors know The real me (feel me) these secrets stay concealed, “He’s A real weird deal, B – what’s his name?" Easily Forgotten no complaints that’s precisely how I like it Expendable splendid holds a pen and chose to write his Own thoughts on life so in the even of his death These notes may be discovered and his memory refreshed And if it’s a dream I’m just an eye-shut away From being right back where I thought I was in the first place Turn face the fact that I’d rather remain Unnoticed but focused and numb to the pain humming away I’m just humming away This anthem of anti-fame I’m just humming away And it goes like this I’ll just keep humming this song like nothing is wrong Not a care on this planet man it’s coming along Quite nicely life/me no matter the direction I’m keeping in suspense of the status of my ending And if it’s a dream I hope to never awake Then I’ll be right back where I thought I was in the first place Sure tastes like victory knowing I’ll always remain Unnoticed but focused and numb to the pain humming away I’m just humming away This anthem of anti-fame I’m just humming away And it goes like that

The way I see it is this whole world’s burning I’m learning fast We’re heading towards a blood-stained future no turning back The hands of time ever remember that this is it Shit we’re in the midst yet still can’t decide To act alive (live) the least we could do is try Just ‘cause you don’t believe in something don’t mean neither do I A mind’s a terrible thing to waste I’ve heard Right up there with a voice that’s got a way with words And belief in what it’s speaking be it bad or be it good Be it decent well at least if we imagine that it could be Should we bleed for the art that we create Is that a step in the wrong direction I guess it’s hard to say Who is right who is wrong in this life that we all Seem to simply take for granted – granted no one’s asking Who really has the right to say what’s right from wrong I’m beginning to think the majority of us just like to talk And hear the sound of our own voices regardless of what they’re saying This is just the way things are and nothing’s changing Fuck it let it crumble and our blood run through the streets Far be it from me or you or any of us to be The attempted voice of reason blah-blah-blah so on and so Forth let us go forth into this imminent sickness that we’ve made Where escape seems impossible as days go by So does our fate seem to fade with time The way I see it is this whole world’s breaking I’m making time To sit and watch it from a distance no difference to make as I Wash the blood from my hands to watch the crumbling of man Knowing we did this to ourselves and it’s no wonder we can’t Seem to lend a helping hand ‘cause hell we never have That’s the path we laid before us unfortunate yet we can’t Really sit here and complain because this is what we’ve made No argument there really all that I care to do Is get my point across and gain more attentions This coin I toss displays more than heads or tails In the end it shows the truth The bleeder’s not a leader this is only true In death and yes that’s truly all that’s left Not much just a touch of some fault and flesh Let’s recognize the reflection is calling it quits All that there is - is that which remains in vain (In veins) Regardless of what you’re hearing Visualize adherence equipped with a simple smearing of facts Let us crumble and our blood run through the streets Far be it from me or you or any of us to be The attempted voice of reason blah-blah-blah so on and so Forth let us go forth into this imminent sickness that we’ve made Where escape seems impossible as days go by So does our fate seem to fade with the Sound of our own voices regardless of what they’re saying This is just the way things are and nothing’s changing Fuck it let it crumble and our blood run through the streets Far be it from me or you or any of us to be The attempted voice of reason blah-blah-blah so on and so Forth let us go forth into this imminent sickness that we’ve made Where escape seems impossible as days go by So does our fate seem to fade with time So does our fate seem to fade So does our fate seem to fade with time So in conclusion these illusions never weirder have stopped Bringing back the real panic with the fear of the tock Of the clock as it ticks away each display Of flesh blood and bone and sets up the flow Is it me is it you is it this world Telling me what to do to bleed for what you Believe to be true do me a favor and sit Just ‘cause you preach revolution doesn’t mean you’re changing shit Now take your seats and take a breather maybe we can change the scenery Yet with each step we take we’re one closer To the end of this human race toward extinction And another poor decision leaves no one to point the finger Another poor decision leaves no one to point the -- no one to point the finger

See I’ve been making faces in a less-than-feeble attempt of dealing with The disaster that’s occurring stretching the fabric of the worse-than Turning into something completely unrecognizable Not just to my eyes in a mirrored reflection but to the eyes of those Who knew me best supposedly what to expect a pseudo-rep To uphold truth be told I’d rather lose control So hold on tight to your might alright right now Is the time to ignite the hype and write down How you’re feeling inside the process what’s left How’s it feel to die when godlessness ends Got a concave chest that’s caving in I’m trying to save a grin to aid evading sins Maybe Hades ain’t so great but if I can change fate to save face I may just fit Hell I don’t know it’s a long shot probably But something tells me I’m not too far off (Godspeed) Listen this is not what you may think it is a fictional Losing of courage equipped with an infinite continual Exercise in repetition exercise in repetition Exercise in repetition exercising repetition As if it were my business to do so this is a new hope Making faces at the changes that have yet to fit into molds Hold up ‘cause no one quite knows what to do But be choked up when the joke’s up and it blows up into A hold up because no one quite knows what to do But be choked up when the joke’s up on a close-up of you screaming Hold up because no one quite knows what to do But be choked up when the joke’s up and it shows us the truth That we’re all slipping slowly abyss approaching All slipping slowly away Here we go again No need to think of an end since it all soon shall descend Down upon us but there’s no need for alarm Let me slowly get apart from this then proceed with the art as if The faces I was making in response were demonstrations As contagious as the laughter meant to follow up and straight just Take us to the Promised Land yada-yada-yada stand Up for your beliefs regardless of what comes out of that Odds that ran against you a lot of that resent fuels People to push harder ‘til we’re leading through the darkness Heart’s in the right place mind’s on some other shit Time is a mother grip your pride or get under it Life isn’t gonna get what’s mine for the fuck of it Trying to come to grips implying that nothing is Easy and never will be please believe these Words I say don’t turn away we first must face what’s eating Away at us and change it up for better or forsaken trust I’ll take it up with Lady Luck or try instead to maybe just Make a face to chase away that anger and erase it may We all spawn the dawning of a new age right this way We’ll get it right this time together no dividing lines Time to finally finalize a way coming together to Make a face and chase away that anger and erase its space With somewhat of a dawning of a new age right this way We’ll get it right this time together no dividing lines Time to finally finalize a way let’s all get together and face it

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you it’s true Blow a kiss to my past and try to sift through All the bad memories of worse decisions I’m gonna be a rapper the verse is written No time to discuss it yo fuck it let’s just move on And succumb to these redundancies overabundance of songs Reflective of the artists’ cathartic nature to be Reborn through their creations and harvest the sacred seeds Through sunshine or darkness rainstorms or parts in The clouds this sound remains pure at heart it’s A glimpse into the soul of a way more than tarnished Hate-hording sorry excuse for a human being And the transitions available if ambition should take a hold To change a whole outlook face toward a new start this Is only the beginning of greater things to come The first step is acceptance maybe this is just that What’s that who am I again I’m just trying to find a pen and a purpose to why I am I never could seem to find one so the search is on Still to this day when there’s a will there’s a way What’s that who am I again I’m just trying to find a pen and a purpose to why I am I never could seem to find one so the search is on Still to this day when there’s a will there’s a way And I will find a way to master every session To fill my whole page with answers to my questions Until I can say with passion and accept it There’s guilt on my face and this gavel stays relentless Damn I’ve made a mess this is not how I had pictured The pan-out but that’s how life happens it’s a mixture Of good and bad things duly noted last glimpse Into the winter-esque bitterness better believe I plan to grasp it And hold it tighter in my grip than I’ve ever held anything Trying not to trip over steps I’ve embedded in This earth walking in circles directionless and doubtful Had a half-empty glass ‘til I swallowed the last mouthful Nothing left now to examine no comparing no contrasting Note to self there’s no one else in this area to ask if It’s merely the beginning and greater things’ll come The first step is acceptance I’m praying this is just that What’s that where do we go from here I’m just trying to open ears in the hopes of showing there’s Not a reason to look back in fear in fact I’d like to make it clear I’ll be staying here until the day my fate appears What’s that where do we go from here I’m just trying to open ears in the hopes of showing there’s Not a reason to look back in fear in fact I’d like to make it clear I’ll be staying here until the day my fate appears Knocking on my door never to be let inside Telling myself I’m better off and it’s just simply not my time Most time is spent the same way searching for a brighter side Or signs to guide our minds to find out why we try to open up One’s soul and justify the reasoning once stuffed inside Suffocating who we are once upon another time Long forgotten now we’ve grown up and we’ve lost it That’s the way it has to happen no one has got off this Vicious cycle living life for someone else’s happiness Or approval sort of futile reaching out to catch a glimpse Of a better place a future worth working toward ‘Cause recently every day seems to be exactly like the last that past I can’t imagine anybody grabbing that Or happy as a clam as damn the planet gets the last of laughs Could just be a bad start and greater things are coming First step is acceptance I’m saying we should just glimpse that Is that all we have here To look forward to I’ll choose the shorter fuse Give the world my final kiss goodbye good riddance I’ve got ink to find Sign my resignation bow out gracefully and get what’s mine What’s that who am I again I’m just trying to find a pen and a purpose to why I am I never could seem to find one so the search is on Still to this day when there’s a will there’s a way What’s that where do we go from here I’m just trying to open ears in the hopes of showing there’s Not a reason to look back in fear in fact I’d like to make it clear I’ll be staying here until the day my fate appears But is that all we have here To look forward to I’ll choose the shorter fuse Give the world my final kiss goodbye good riddance I’ve got ink to find Sign my resignation bow out gracefully and get what’s mine Sign my resignation bow out gracefully and get what’s mine Sign my resignation bow out gracefully and get what’s mine

So there comes a time in every life a time to leave some things behind To grow up so to speak and let go of hopes and dreams Rainbows don’t make gold realize the age-old Tales told were false and have been all along Those wishing wells we’d sit and dwell alongside were all lies Birthday wishes services on Sundays some say certain things are Still relevant devoted to so said ghosts to build severances Or final willed testaments quills penning this Approach to the last door they’ll ever enter through Praying that it exists ignoring the fact that act is blasphemous Can’t admit the irony wrong-doing on their behalf and it’s All due to inner pride inner child in a bind So step on up and test your luck best of luck help us find Correct answers to these echoing questions never investing enough time In the long run to really truly see what’s going on All this time I find I’ve simply just been moving right along Allowing life to pass me by like yeah man that’s alright I guess I’ll enjoy the next one then again I find it best to avoid deception To question every word I’ve heard and not just File it under learned then turn that’d be absurd Submerged in my own mind like why oh why can’t I align these things Instead of playing Hide-N-Seek with myself (so is this Hell?) I’m betting yes if you can’t tell by now then something’s wrong I’m not trying to be negative just refusing to belong Again that was then this is now That was in this is out that was when this is how It ends when then becomes now Once we’re in it comes out and the when turns to how (How) I’ve been picking up my feet but just enough to see what’s underneath And if nothing is then what does this even mean a dream that dreams A dream to dream it seems obscene and needs a means to an end To reach a peak more easily or meet defeat through who and when Decides (decides) to leave these things behind Create dividing lines between reality and fantasy A die is rolled a life unfolds From growing seed to fallen tree a broken dream is all I see Behold (behold) another pattern-less contaminant Spreading like wildfire spawning passionless sporadic drifts Piling up sometimes too high for us to take it Facing the fact that that’s when some of us skip stages And fast-forward to a premature ending And leave the rest remembering or choosing to forget Commence confessing the message and the time it took to send it Once again the who and when fit and the childhood has ended Again that was then this is now That was in this is out that was when this is how It ends when then becomes now Once we’re in it comes out and the when turns to how Again that was then this is now That was in this is out that was when this is how It ends when then becomes now Once we’re in it comes out and the when turns to how again Childhood’s end

There was a time when I believed that tomorrow was promised Looking back now I can see the nonsense flooded in the concept Nothing yet as honest have I said in my years here From creative gears and cheers to my fear of steer-clears Please excuse me and my peers it appears we’re weird Learning to face the truth and live with self to help the ears hear Severely unapologetic seconds from a bitter ending Trying to be sincere dear world let me admit that when I Started out at 13 my heart was hardly merging With the thoughts that I was fusing to the part of me emerging From the brain inside a change in my approach alone embracing my Creative range and rage engaging minds through breaking mics Take or leave the stage just drain the life from those who plagiarize Fakes who bite shall pay the price just wait for me to make it right The art I make is civilized epitomized what is inside This different mind of mine am I a literal addition Or a limited edition to this simple string of fictionalized Visions sitting in a line submitting to this drivel diving Deep in then believing in the biggest lie ever spun So ask is your path a logical (pathological) one when it’s done Better luck next time an end is all we’re guaranteed So for the time being I’ll believe in what is there to see Basically the clarity the sharing of experiences Something in the air we breathe hilarity of seriousness Changing with the seasons seemingly our reasoning’s seizing Speaking of I need another reason to believe in ‘cause It seems to me the freezing of emotion in me needs to justify Itself but I can’t help it this is just who I am well it’s Who I’ve grown to be at the risk of repetition Maybe now I’ll zip this lip and encourage a second listen Never in a million years would I have thought that this’d Be the outcome but now that I’m here I’m humbled by it Undivided under license understand the uninvited Unabashedly unsympathetic to the undecided Unexcited by The Underground I’m unalike Unable to fit in anywhere unlucky I guess uninspired I am not about to speak On something that I don’t believe to a crowd who seeks To relate to someone speaking out who vows to keep Nothing hidden but the truth of who they are out of reach It sounds to me like most the voices The majority immorally ignoring their adoring heaps Of sheep-esque followers Shepherds to these flocks An immeasurable mess lies in the messages they drop So is this mind control or something I was told Subliminally soaking up the Devil’s lies well no It's just a criminally unoriginal regurgitation Of the same things they’ve been saying every single generation So what is it exactly that I’m after in this vast disaster-laden Landscape (escape?) imagine if the faster paced We are the better off we are staying numb to all that our Lives interpret daily maybe all we are is awful aren’t We all supposed to fall apart a destiny that’s predetermined Prematurely piecing peace with preteens preaching purging Of their inner self and consciousness polishing a pile of shit Preposterous prerogatives and ignorant to commonsense Come on is this for real I refuse to be a part of this I’d rather distance self and stay apart from it if all it is Is this ‘cause this isn’t a fit for what I said I’d give to this And if it’s shit believe I had the best intent when giving it If ignorance is bliss we’d all be happy so it isn’t kids Stop listening to simplistic submissions instead flip it And then get the grip yourself to create something truly interesting Imagine this as standard and then think of the condition shift We’d face embrace the change of pace From a waste of space to a page that’s laced With real “real-talk” that's not a gimmick or a fickle shtick It’s as if we lit the wicks and wished to quickly get gist of it Like if it fits then stick it in and quit your bitter bickering All I see are slanted sidewalks to cross amidst the grim And dismal dimly-lit abysmal abyss I am finding Ironically now that I am here I’m humbled by it Unenlightened underline it understated uninspired Undeniably unsympathetic to the underside of Unenthusiastic underlings I’m unalike Uninitiated Underground somehow it’s unsurprising (surprise!) So better luck next time an end is all we’re guaranteed For the time being I’ll believe in what is there to see Basically the clarity the sharing of experiences Something in the air we breathe hilarity of seriousness Changing with the seasons seemingly our reasoning’s seizing Speaking of I need another reason to believe in ‘cause It seems to me the freezing of emotion in me needs to justify Itself but I can’t help it this is just who I am well it’s Who I’ve grown to be at the risk of repetition Maybe now I’ll zip this lip and encourage a second listen Never in a million years would I have thought that this’d Be the outcome but now that I’m here I’m humbled by All the clarity the sharing of experiences Something in the air we breathe hilarity of seriousness For the time being let’s believe in what is here to see But better luck next time an end is all we’re guaranteed