Remember me? Probably not but don't worry I wouldn't either What's that? Another Tom Bomb blowing out your speaker As Luck Would Have It yeah we're still at it as addicts I can't imagine not participating continuation's contagious Case in point present time demonstrating of dedication To the craft crept and came in correcting laymen from Basements Deprivation led to hatred self-destructive detonations Incessant steps never taken no betterment never changing Take a taste of your medicine MC's steadily checking them Microphones ready to catch wreck resting in pestilence Unbeknownst to them this Plague's spreading as many messages Over these Slanted Sidewalks into their heads in essence It's a test a never-ending development meant to deaden this Sorry excuse for a scene pardon the truth that's in me However it's impeccable pen or pencil or pedestal I'll find a way to send it bet in the end it's inevitable Evident as most bred-to-be-better-than-bests' recreant Delicate mess centers never hesitant to predicate Let us commence sentencing set to extreme prejudice Carry it out recklessly swift as a six-legger Reinforcing what's important swore to remain elusive Force a facing-of-the-music of sorts and then make them use it The lore of one day removing a sword that would slay the stupid Exsanguination taking place as blood pours to the pavement; putrid! A portion of the portrait painted in pain is the main cue or allusion Not illusion to what happened factual truths Rather than subterfuges the latter is what we're proving To gradually eradicate damn if you don't approve it (prove it) As if that even matters nothing's new under the standard Pay attention to the man who's standing mic-attached-to-hand And as he gathers up attention spans and spans the time he's asking You oblige attempts to expand your mind perhaps you might imagine A summoning of the Kraken (cracking) drums entrust in that which When practiced becomes fact in Lovecraftian manner magic Stylistically it's interesting gripping these little factions And their fictions while continually envisioning attacking Their attempts at rapping rapidly rabbit-in-hat trick patterning Plastic passion passed in a panoramic view panning And it seems as if it's actually that which was never had Yet in reality the fantasy-as-fact is damn near canon Teach a way to rearrange it please and thanks be gracious And pray that is the way to manipulating impatience It's a razor-sharp sensation making an art through statements Breaking apart clichés without waiting to start creating Never cared too much to meddle in affairs I don't find relevant Whether or not it registers with me isn't a requisite Setting up a new precedent reminiscent of negligent Until then catch me pressing on with my pessimistic preferences As if that even matters nothing's new under the standard Pay attention to the man who's standing mic-attached-to-hand And as he gathers up attention spans and spans the time he's asking You oblige attempts to expand your mind perhaps you might imagine

Let's start with a hypothesis table of content consciousness Theory to be proven or disputed food for thoughtlessness Pondering all the possibilities then ease the lot in with A little twist of moderate, insignificant polish Just enough give it character carrier of symbolic shifts In telling it and embellishing welcome to, "This is politics!" Truth be told someone once said though probably anonymous "There's nothing like artistic licensing," like it or not It is not defined as crime freedom of press rewind to find Any way to hold an interest or attention span within this Little box you watch and listen a product of proposition Switch if you so wish though I'll never be nonexistent I'll bet that you got the itch an impeccable plot to quicken Your connection to the info in credible definition Etcetera repetition I'm better than sex admit it Plug into the network and set up your new religion It's easy come with me please take my hand Follow the man in the three-piece you know you can believe me Trust I keep things factual, matter-of-fact and practical Join me on sabbatical worshiping the intangible It's easy come with me please take my hand Follow the man in the three-piece you don't know where it's leading Trust that I am rational gathering facts and tactical Hoist me up and adulate words that I speak are magical Continuing this odyssey odd to see almost comedy Appearing through the soon-to-be-useless suit of dichotomy To conform is inescapable normalcy means attainable Remote control the brain to channel in as this new age unfolds To any mind, any space; any time in any place Let the line send in waves mesmerizing every day Whoever's on the receiving end sitting in seats complacent Stay tuned wait view history in the making Breaking news in your faces no waiting room limitations I'm all day, every day thank you to syndication No room for an imitation, improvements prove it's the wave Of the future if that computes this elusive intimidation Is beautifully innovative unusually quick to paint this Picture-perfect picture perfectly learn of the latest And newest confusing ways to induce a few mass enslavements Plug into the network and set up your brand new sanction It's easy come with me please take my hand Follow the man in the three-piece you know you can believe me Trust I keep things factual, matter-of-fact and practical Join me on sabbatical worshiping the intangible It's easy come with me please take my hand Follow the man in the three-piece you don't know where it's leading Trust that I am rational gathering facts and tactical Hoist me up and adulate words that I speak are magical To conclude: all my philosophies, fables and false admonishments Are basically interchangeable labels and not so opposite Plodding through the plot improper problematic postures Near impossible to prophesy (see) not even with binoculars Subconsciously composite my docket into your noggins with A dominance so prominent I promise you will follow it Regardless of opinion a minion like all the rest Continuing the program; no chance to extol, detest Or not participate in giving names to what you feel I indicate Facilitating simpler ways to symbolize assimilation Ghost in the machine; a toast to the whole team For loading up the dosage unnoticed or so it seems I'm a dream, I exist; to a fiend, I'm a fix I've been written, I'm a vision, I am need, I am get I'm all that was never wanted, but got; I'm the new addition Plug into the network and set up your new addiction It's easy come with me please take my hand Follow the man in the three-piece you know you can believe me Trust I keep things factual, matter-of-fact and practical Join me on sabbatical worshiping the intangible It's easy come with me please take my hand Follow the man in the three-piece you don't know where it's leading Trust that I am rational gathering facts and tactical Hoist me up and adulate words that I speak are magical

Inquisitive, isn't it? Mind state quite ridiculous Living inside a parody apparently continuous Submissiveness is imminent battle results and thicker skins A quote unquote "growth" or boast and don't, as most exhibit It's a little known fiction though this is oh so predictable Kicking flows in a row cypher circles like centrifugal force A sort of sport endorsed by those who never fit in, though Have swarmed to form a norm and bore this little cynical pigeonhole A niche for cliques to grimace those who differ in opinion Closed minds most times the rituals pretty typical Critical although pitiful every single minute full Of individuals who never heard of the word "reciprocal" It all revolves 'round self and seldom helps improve or bring into Light a line to follow most wallow in their cylindrical Logic and think in circles inertia fits as their pinnacle This is how it is; in the beginning though I didn't know Did you know? I didn't know I wish I'd known 'cause if I'd known I know things would be different prolific and not so miserable How could you know? I couldn't know but if I could I could've known Not to go down certain roads certainly not the push and pulls I never knew I bet you knew better than ever then but knew Never to admit it (admit it) it never ends, this feud Did you know? I didn't know I wish I'd known 'cause if I'd known I know things would be different the difference would be considerable I used to be an Artist but still try to remain "Civill" Most days I'd use my heart but find my mind is more dependable Never became a criminal but tried my hand at it once Cold Blood just didn't run within these veins; I strayed from gimmicks Closed the book on that crooked raps and hooks that captured "Look at that!"s Or "Who, in fact, does this kid think he is?" type eyes; rookie crap! Shattering the looking glass while looking back through it at those Little hip-hop moments I captured amidst my still composed Devotion to this craft in fact if that's still in my soul Perhaps it's not as difficult admitting fault as it were; nope! It still is pretty close to what it was in the beginning, "Don't Speak of being bitter, bro" resentment isn't in, it goes To show that being low as loam is mostly shown in intervals Try to keep it simple most people don't want to think and so Consensus says it’s better seeing eye-to-eye than tippy-toed Stances forced on listeners to catch what's thrown, I didn't know Did you know? I didn't know I wish I'd known 'cause if I'd known I know things would be different prolific and not so miserable How could you know? I couldn't know but if I could I could've known Not to go down certain roads certainly not the push and pulls I never knew I bet you knew better than ever then but knew Never to admit it (admit it) it never ends, this feud Did you know? I didn't know I wish I'd known 'cause if I'd known I know things would be different the difference would be considerable Did you know? I didn't know I wish I'd known 'cause if I'd known I know things would be different prolific and not so miserable How could you know? I couldn't know but if I could I could've known Not to go down certain roads certainly not the push and pulls I never knew I bet you knew better than ever then but knew Never to admit it (admit it) it never ends, this feud Did you know? I didn't know I wish I'd known 'cause if I'd known I know things would be different the difference would be considerable

Again these doors burst open it's time for work not a moment To spare despair is closing in overshadowing hope Yet it's the closest thing to focus if only I could disclose or declare A full repair without a doubt to those who care Don't you dare! Stay professional hold it together yes we will Do the best that we can though there can be no guarantees I've seen too many come and go and feel I need to clarify Mostly bodies sometimes souls give and take in here sometimes I hear the cries and try as I might the fight isn't there in my Patience (patients) life isn't fair but I swear I'll try In these scary times the fear subsides once the message is given The teary-eyed acceptance whether it's "yes" or it isn't But right now check the time on the clock we got precious minutes Maybe seconds: "This one's slipping!" Got no response to defibrillation We're too late and have no choice but to call it What's the exact time? Mark it we've done all we can but damn it's a Flatline the fact is that happens can't always add time Sometimes that facet drastic as it is can't hide And that's life sad but it's fast and after it stand by Perhaps you'll catch a glimpse of its meaning before you capsize Flatline Flatline It's all dark now a voice in the distance faint and it's fading away Oh wait a minute no way is this what I'm thinking it is? It isn't over it can't be can it? What happened? Last thing I can remember's the tension and then it's blackness The back of my mind it might know I can't recapture the time though For the life of me I might just be dying dancing my last And as it happens there's no light show, no flash of white or a spiral I'm just here with my thoughts which are fading away And my only guess is that there's no circulation of oxygen Can't tell if my eyes are opened or closed but those aren't options And and this point it seems to me I cease to be alive No longer feel my heartbeat inside my chest or it rise Insanity if I could I probably would be panicking Over the harsh reality of something that wasn't planned to be But is happening regardless no choice but to depart Into whatever step is after life 'cause this is it damn am I a Flatline the fact is that happens can't always add time Sometimes that facet drastic as it is can't hide And that's life sad but it's fast and after it stand by Perhaps you'll catch a glimpse of its meaning before you capsize Flatline the fact is that happens can't always add time Sometimes that facet drastic as it is can't hide And that's life sad but it's fast and after it stand by Perhaps you'll catch a glimpse of its meaning before you capsize Flatline Flatline Nothing is a guarantee everything'll perish Eventually the air we breath'll be our adversary As it starts to work against us exercising polarity The air we can't catch our very last breath and then we flatline

I know what I saw and I know what I heard Anyone who's on the fence has not a moment occurred Where in which an explanation was vacant or void? Evasive? No rational way of facing it? Basically that's the state I'm in Welcome to alienation which may or may not explain it If I'm just being honest I'm pondering my whole placement in This situation it's craziness yes I am cognizant Of exactly how I sound while pronouncing what seems preposterous Condescend all you want though it's not as if I can stop it No more than I can explain it remaining in my subconscious Every shadow has a form in every wind I hear a whisper Feel a constant presence near me there's an orb in every picture And I wish there was a surefire way to know that I'm okay But the fire's in the sky at night and brighter than the light of day I lie awake in wait to face whatever event eventually Occurs and wonder what's at work what sort of energy Emerges standing next to me semi-human essence I'm left with no frame of reference and nary a point of entry or an exit Where'd they go? Where do they come from in the first place? To materialize in front of my eyes then disappear quick as they come Is it my mind playing tricks again? Or is it them? Do they exist? If it's a bend in the realms of sanity am I imagining My own reality? Seems I'm caught within my thoughts I can't believe what's happening or as it seems what's not Continual confusion illusions am I delusional? When I think I've solved the puzzle in comes another such inscrutable Element to the mystery never will we admit defeat That still don't mean we understand any experience we dream Or conjure up not enough evidence to say otherwise Regardless how convinced I am still unable to summarize Or fit this all together the pieces remain scattered Jumbled in the mumbles of those who retain answers I know that I don't know anything about What's happening but damn if it don't drastically keep dragging me Down to a level unsettling as the devil Heaven help me I keep telling myself that this isn't mental But questioning how it's physical no answer yet has fit the bill I've got nothing but a grimace to exhibit still Uncertain pull the proverbial curtain things have worsened Waking up to red eyes staring at me from an undetermined Source of sorts a shape able to morph The flutter of black wings in the dark a tour de force Of something otherworldly perhaps interdimensional A siren or a sentinel the watchers have assembled Though not all of us can see it seems the truth beneath the dream And these possibly prophetic experiences I need to be A part of for some higher cause beyond our understanding Then again I may be dreaming and none of this means a damn thing Continual confusion illusions am I delusional? When I think I've solved the puzzle in comes another such inscrutable Element to the mystery never will we admit defeat That still don't mean we understand any experience we dream Or conjure up not enough evidence to say otherwise Regardless how convinced I am still unable to summarize Or fit this all together the pieces remain scattered Jumbled in the mumbles of those who retain answers

Once in my life as I recall there was a time when time seemed timeless A time in time I'd bide my time to find the vital signs in This so-called "art form" guiding me to higher heights through hyping Up the whys and what I'd write to justify the rhymes recited It's not too far behind this day in time a day that I Forever remember the way that I pushed everything away to find Nothing but a stage a mic a played out way to shape my life From that point on all that remained inside this brain of mine Was just a major lie a face to hide behind the mask the pain resides Layers of paint fade aging lines but aid creating maybe time'll Bring the truth when masterpieces finally fall into view Gain the recognition that's been missing in this game we choose To play it moves too fast most days and nightfall seems to last for ages Can't maintain it's commonplace to ponder ways to get out or take Ourselves up out prematurely melting down seems the more we Try the more we fail organize disorder born to bail Pale in comparison to variance and arrogance "To care" equates "to deteriorate" these days... Ain't it American? Only the strong survive no room for helping hands it's every man For themselves welcome back to Hell no need to mention that The fact as does the pact remains the damage done examples made Chances to extrapolate have vanished and we'll have to take Our final bow time's run out the time is now but that's okay For once in my life I'll let the stream of consciousness evaporate That's the way it has to play is it true the man who makes The music isn't suited to advance this maze or drag away Whatever it is we can to maybe better these incredibly Daunting haunting memories? Once in my life, well let me see That's the way it has to play is it true the man who makes The music isn't suited to advance this maze or drag away Whatever it is we can to maybe better these incredibly Daunting haunting memories? Once in my life (once in my life) Once in my life as I recall there were the days when days seemed lifeless And the night was nearly permanent turning away from light Into the dark embracing crisis the facing of fate seemed frightening Trying to reconfigure the big picture in limited lighting suffice it To say I might have remained unable to write this Or likely to stay contained in myself as it's safe in hiding Redefining "introvert" socially awkward sinner smirking Don't mind these little quirks or so-called offbeat inner workings Still learning of self delving into turbulent realms Internal yearnings searching surface for some certainty spelled: L-I-V-E with the help of my friend's words I was able to remain confident, honest and not descend worse Further down the spiral with a minor twist of irony It turned out that a spiral became my biggest reliance Need to write this down, type it out and try to get it right it seems Despite surrounding plight I've found insights incite inside of me Enabling my narrative imperative to carry it To where it may soon perish anyway... Ain't it hilarious? Well probably not but oddly I've been telling that at every chance It sort of helps welcome back to... well, no need to mention that The fact as does the past remains we can't retouch go back or change it Chances to elaborate have vanished and we'll have to take Our final bow time's run out the time is now but that's okay For once in my life I'll let the stream of consciousness evaporate That's the way it has to play is it true the man who makes The music isn't suited to advance this maze or drag away Whatever it is we can to maybe better these incredibly Daunting haunting memories? Once in my life, well let me see That's the way it has to play is it true the man who makes The music isn't suited to advance this maze or drag away Whatever it is we can to maybe better these incredibly Daunting haunting memories? Once in my life (once in my life)

My style is innovation stay breaking the law of faking it Taking this as far as I possibly can beyond that basicness I came in with a major chip upon my shoulder blade as if To say I'm not for playing games evade charades remain legit As I don't have the patience it takes to cater to vacant wits Or babysit these brainless kids claiming to "make it rain," I'll spit My worst verse and burn their entire plagiarist frame with it To further prove the statements they make ain't able to change a thing I'm all about calling out lames and labeling laymen as I see them Seems I stay awake they remain all asleep and I Guarantee a fade away befalls all false and fraudulent impostors Plots debated conveying there may be graves to dig Never have I gave nor give any indication that I care for any blatant fib displayed like it's the way it is Take a minute of your time or two to move away from this The name is Quid to self-esteem balloons I be the safety pin Cue (Q) the lights the likes of which incite U(U)tilzing mics and if done right Id(ID)eas realized through simple steps One (One) time for your mind subliminal unrest What's next on the docket or chopping block's all the same to me Eradicating fake emcees to balance out these scales Seems to me as if they're tipping in the wrong direction: make-believe Is stronger than a cause or message (caution!) rearrange with ease I been involved in doing so far too long to lose my hope In hip-hop as it's all I know frauds who don't should soon devote More time and effort rhyming never required a lie detector These days however rap ain't live it's like it's light as feathers "Microphone check! Micro, microphone checker!" Stationed in the strange remaining idle won't correct, or Improve or help develop a settlement in the cellars Mark it "C" (market, see) it's underground spell it right then reflect on Exactly what is being said be alert or be in debt The beat goes on the B's from Bomb and Tom's grenades completely dead The bleak attempts of feeble reps who can't compete or keep in step Seems we need to redirect their efforts as the seasoned vets

[Quid & A Distant Relic] The mind is a terrible thing to waste (time, as well) I've been trying to remind myself That as long as I keep writing these songs and pushing on Doing the best I can I'll never stand in the wrong The mind is a terrible thing to waste (time, as well) I've been trying to remind myself That as long as I keep writing these songs and pushing on Doing the best I can I'll never stand in the wrong [Quid] It's been a long while coming a battle with many demons To overcome was increasingly chief an achievement Needy of an ending incomplete as the meaning I'd yet discovered Knew nothing of what was coming but understood there was upturn On the rise (a surprise!) A reinvention of style So to speak so I'm here so I beat the social fear The anxiety inside of me trying to keep me silent Realigning my defiance in spite of this heap of ironies An emcee who couldn't speak to the people would be decidedly Unacceptable, objectionable 'til finally I realized my potential penciling my arrival in The form a revival revitalizing the cycle Like there wasn't any choice in the matter on my behalf And it was all vital (final decision) I was all in And for the long haul this rap thing wasn't a phase It was and is who I am I still got something to say 'cause [Quid & A Distant Relic] The mind is a terrible thing to waste (time, as well) I've been trying to remind myself That as long as I keep writing these songs and pushing on Doing the best I can I'll never stand in the wrong The mind is a terrible thing to waste (time, as well) I've been trying to remind myself That as long as I keep writing these songs and pushing on Doing the best I can I'll never stand in the wrong [A Distant Relic] The evolution of a dream, aspiration or hope Can build you up or break you down as the story unfolds The shape-shifting over time's an unfortunate norm You best accept the metamorphosis and let it transform Check the stats: seventy to eighty percent Of kids who dream to be somebody choose a much different path And the same amount of people identify themselves as disengaged Life is short but take the time to wisely find your way All I wanted was a job behind a microphone Creating entertainment was the way that I'd feel right at home Can't support my family messing with the risky industry But I don't need a payment to administer my ministry So A Distant Relic I'm spitting just for the hell of it Assuring that the mind of this gentleman keeps developing And that my purpose is worth it for more than selling This benevolent relevance elevates me and my mental state [Quid & A Distant Relic] The mind is a terrible thing to waste (time, as well) I've been trying to remind myself That as long as I keep writing these songs and pushing on Doing the best I can I'll never stand in the wrong The mind is a terrible thing to waste (time, as well) I've been trying to remind myself That as long as I keep writing these songs and pushing on Doing the best I can I'll never stand in the wrong The mind is a terrible thing to waste (potential, too) Still demonstrating how to bend a few because The mind is a terrible thing to waste (same as talent) Face the facts like fate the game's imbalanced, and The mind is a terrible thing to waste (always was) Halt the fault and provoke thought because The mind is a terrible thing to waste (as is life) That being said never sacrice your mind

Wake up and smell the seasons change rearranging the pieces Ain't it crazy? We're all crazy so the song goes all those Deeply strange traits of ours possibly a product of the weather More likely though the lot of us probably just never entertained The thought of leaving maybe all we need is A way to stay connected once separate the severed section Surveys a broader reason to come back in the end As if it's in the blood which pumps in what was said With a heartfelt sincerity no other air I'd care to breathe The feeling of being home again and the moment I know just where I belong And so long ago it seems now that I've always known my place Homebody nobody can alter all that's shown Through me in regard to home as still it resonates I'll never stray again I'll stay forever if it lets me Faith kept in fate facing the same continual clarity The feeling that never left me the strange familiarity I'm home again I know I am I recognize these roads and when I look around I notice though it's aged a bit it's only been A small fraction of time since back when I first entered in Roaming although aimlessly destination is home again Home again I know it no mistaking that aroma spent My lifetime memorizing all I could of this abode which meant The world to me (my world is here) here's where I have always been Knowing no replacement exists and so I'm home again Twenty minutes give or take from the cityscape there sits a place I consider the epitome of what it is to take Pride in something I ain't trying to lie and say I'm shy (Chi) or nothing I've always been outspoken about the (w)hole where I reside as subject Suburbs are just fine by me subtleties of life in the Small town all around lucky to have finally Decided not to fall out I like it here it's spawned how I am this place has shaped me as a person this here turf has Turned the pages so to speak and out emerged a certain spurt of Energy I kept beneath the surface for long, but now I learned to sort of calm down enough to sort this all out And come to terms with what's occurred; lessons learned The sudden urge to run amok has run its course I've only just begun this course Of course while some are summing up their summaries some of us abort Some just up and cut out unannounced and seldom reemerge While some are more like me and if they leave are guaranteed return I'm home again I know I am I recognize these roads and when I look around I notice though it's aged a bit it's only been A small fraction of time since back when I first entered in Roaming although aimlessly destination is home again Home again I know it no mistaking that aroma spent My lifetime memorizing all I could of this abode which meant The world to me (my world is here) here's where I have always been Knowing no replacement exists and so I'm home again

The underside of undecided trust in that there's nothing like it Nothing but a bunch of nihilistic dispositions hide inside Of piousness and individualistic righteousness Somewhere along the line was snipped perforating the pride within Prefer to pry and try to grip as many minds as I can If I lie then it's for higher things the fight for why deciding which Way to go take it upon faith alone I'll take control Trace the face of fate and hold the phone the waiting game of old The golden age has grayed the golden gates have closed The gold is getting traded this ain't the way it was made to go Shamefully unstable the cradles rock and the babies fall Basically we brought this on ourselves yet still can't embrace fault All I know for sure is that nothing is what it seems to be All I know for sure is that something destructive seems to be All I know for sure is that everything's merely scenery Don't believe the hype such belief implies how naïve we can (be) Behave please thanks don't try do laze Comply go wait follow suit lead the way Imitation is the way simulation is innovation Inner strength is overrated, ain't it? Indicating Behave please thanks don't try do laze Comply go wait follow suit lead the way Imitation is the way simulation is innovation Originality's a fallacy here's how to fit in frame it up Step by step I'll break it down allow me to survey the crowd Take a count then take account of everything I say about The way I prey on those who pray and hope to sway their aim and doubts There ain't a doubt I'm doing right (take a bow) come to the light I'll admit admission isn't free thinkers often think of me As polar opposite of what I attempt to represent Sin it seems has symmetry a synonym of synergy A symphony of symbols oversimplified simplicity Suppression through civility the test of one's ability To recognize deception the impending death of chivalry A lesson in illicit themes listen I elicit these Fishing for a victory at any cost no limit because All I know for sure is that nothing is what it seems to be All I know for sure is that something destructive seems to be All I know for sure is that everything's merely scenery Don't believe the hype such belief implies how naïve we can (be) Behave please thanks don't try do laze Comply go wait follow suit lead the way Imitation is the way simulation is innovation Inner strength is overrated, ain't it? Indicating Behave please thanks don't try do laze Comply go wait follow suit lead the way Imitation is the way simulation is innovation Originality's a fallacy here's how to fit in saying Behave please thanks don't try do laze Comply go wait follow suit lead the way Imitation is the way simulation is innovation Inner strength is overrated, ain't it? Indicating Behave please thanks don't try do laze Comply go wait follow suit lead the way Imitation is the way simulation is innovation Originality's a fallacy here's how to fit in frame it up

Pages upon pages as many books through the ages And not one providing solid proof to truth in relation To the common cosmic questions and ancient investigations Iconic corroborations of toxic indoctrinations A lot of it non-sensations pure nonsense and not veracious Simulated situations the process of propagation Copious amounts of copies sloppy documentation Omissions of information translations miscalculated Connotations misconstrued leading to misinterpretations Moderate moderations distorted dramatizations Classic game of telephone passed forward from archaic To modern civilizations in countless amounts of languages Now it's about the fame and/or claiming that you're the greatest In the game who solved the mystery (all knowing) all considered This is industry it isn't history don't claim a victory What it is, is the epitome of marketability Up jumps the daisies burying attainments Focused on the wrong things married to the mazes Lost in translation nothing remains, it's All entertainment: fraudulent, vacant Up jumps the daisies burying attainments Focused on the wrong things married to the mazes Lost in translation nothing remains, it's All entertainment: all for the chase No preparation for this presentation instead I intend to base it All upon the basis of nothing based on the basis of a hunch Based on foundations, theories and estimations No hesitation to reiterate acceptance is expectation Not deviation just take it at face value embrace it I said it so believe it no questions or speculations Since everything is related connected and nothing's aimless The now is not coincidence on with the fabrications 'Til we're all trapped in trash and can't locate the exit door When it rains I guess it pours and when it storms then any port Will do (who's who?) I can't tell anymore These days I play by ear and wait to hear the engine's roar Symbolic of the fact it never will the train of thought has been derailed No one's able to think for themselves instead we're just fed our fill Of fiction even if it didn't start out as such Over the years it's lost its meaning now we're all out of touch Up jumps the daisies burying attainments Focused on the wrong things married to the mazes Lost in translation nothing remains, it's All entertainment: fraudulent, vacant Up jumps the daisies burying attainments Focused on the wrong things married to the mazes Lost in translation nothing remains, it's All entertainment: all for the chase

She was in love with him but he was in love with her And even though she knew what would eventually occur Was nothing less than disastrous hazardous rather than passionate Passing the blame forward and backstabbing's more accurate Healthy relations situation's a mess I guess it's modern infatuation a fascination with stress Lack of communication except for the daily threats Abrasive imaginations amalgamation of sex Drugs and all else in between it seemed though she would scream Repeatedly to no avail nearly nightly hope had sailed Colder growing older, rolling over showing shoulders Hail Mary full of secrets she keeps in a holy grail Concealed inside a wall she built to deny it all From pills and a mind filled with guilt and misguided fault The situation never bettered instead it would only worsen Learned this when not even her overdose could overturn him Sleep tight baby and maybe tonight'll seem like Streetlights hanging displaying a page of rewrites In the meantime pray for salvation and basically a Mind at ease by degrees brighter dreams while you sleep (I hope you...) Sleep tight baby and maybe tonight'll seem like Streetlights hanging displaying a page of rewrites In the meantime pray for salvation and basically a Mind at ease by degrees brighter dreams while you sleep He was in love with her but she was in love with him Yet he and her together never ever could have been Anything more than a mere passing fling guaranteed what they had Wasn't as real as the way she made him feel that was fact And if she didn't understand this yet he knew she'd soon and that was it The match was met no time for looking back at past regrets Can't accept the truth of a future that lacked compassionate Feelings which were mutual seemingly this was suitable However underneath it all lethal as he grew futile And increasingly aware that his thoughts were awfully unusual She was far too beautiful he had to seek secluded views And watch her every instance of existence from a distance Though abstruse he knew the tune too well in tune with truth but tuned To self-deception no questions integrity more or less is All subjective not to mention unnecessary to reference Intent to win her affection he didn't but may in death, professing Sleep tight baby and maybe tonight'll see' like Streetlights hanging displaying a page of rewrites In the meantime pray for salvation and basically a Mind at ease by degrees brighter dreams while you sleep (I hope you...) Sleep tight baby and maybe tonight'll seem like Streetlights hanging displaying a page of rewrites In the meantime pray for salvation and basically a Mind at ease by degrees brighter dreams while you sleep

Seems I've lost all sense of time as well as my breath and sight The fear my death is nigh is all I smell to quell this fright Is quite impossible it's got a hold upon my soul so tight It's like I want to... no, I got to go though I don't know what's right In front of me even under me what I'm seeing is nothing because All I see is darkness it's hard to breathe in my lungs they need Oxygen (how can this be?) it seems logic has left Damn near preposterous pondering past tense How'd I get here? Where is here? Never will I get a good grip here Laying flat but cannot sit (weird) seems nothing truly exists here Especially not the light of day night or day I can't call it It's anybody's guess I guess hibernation or coffin Last time I checked it I was next to certain I was human So I guess the former's out of the question it's turned into an All too real living nightmare thoughts racing I need analysis Claustrophobic all I hope and pray is it's sleep paralysis Massive hallucination seemingly I can't escape from Momentarily I'm stuck but sooner or later I should wake up Right? Why stress? Relax your mind Chest seems to tighten every second the tension is high Breath is leaving again stale air's all that I'm breathing in and My heart rate's increasing teeth bleeding from kneading them, when Any and all attempts to inhale's a struggle or means to an end Seems that we need to pretend... Stop! You've not been locked inside of a box And buried beneath the murky earth immersed in dirt to rot, alright? Stop! You've not been locked inside of a box And buried where all the worms emerge from soon to be forgot Got nothing but intrusive thoughts suffocation I'm losing all The clean air that was left inside wherever I am pressurized Within this air is thick I sense the scent of death awareness isn't Everything wish I could do anything but reminisce I'm petrified much like the wood I feel surrounding No chance of breaking through and even then what would amount If nothing but the rushing down six feet at least of muddy ground An almost instant death as opposed to lying dying in this dismal mess A trickling sweat dribbles down my brow the sound of little wet Droplets hitting timber sends a shiver; how is this the end? I pinch my leg I feel it I guess it's really real then Never in my life would I have guessed I'd ever deal with this Concealed away soon to be forgot if not already Out of sight, out of mind; am I to stop pretending? And just live in spite of time with the fact I cannot hide? In truth there's nothing scarier I'm buried alive Stop! You've not been locked inside of a box And buried beneath the murky earth immersed in dirt to rot, alright? Stop! You've not been locked inside of a box And buried beneath secluded grounds never to be found... stop!

It was an all-nighter together we watched the sunrise Thinking true love was blossoming clocking the plunge (dive!) Like time didn't exist anymore and nothing mattered Except for the two of us and as much as we trust the pattern It was life-changing one of those events that meant the world wasn't worthless Still in tune to our heartbeats and the merging of two Towards a perfectly balanced and understanding Relationship in the works with a smirk she grabbed my hand and we turned Averted attention from nature to what comes naturally Lips parted and passion prevailed as if it had to be Happily ever after happily never actually remains Just its memory reflected in the pain All good things come to an end especially the best of things I'm cursed to stay remembering instead of just progressing Seems it's all for nothing always bluffing all for one not always trusting Wish I could be different not always differ it's not becoming Running from commitment committed to this decision If given the chance to go back I can't admittedly hint at Or indicate any possible change or revision, listen I'm of the opinion all things happen for a reason at least if We didn't make it after all we know now that we can't, it's called: "Live and learn" take all that you can from every given turn It's not always a mild path I've come to find most sidewalks slant And in the process promised not to look behind but smile back It was a long winter together the coldest I remember Awaiting the coming spring with the promise of something better But regardless of the weather it was always warm where she was The closeness that we shared was rare I swear we must have seemed stuck Side by side like all the time a minute without her seemed too much To bear the air was scarce the need to breathe increased when we were Apart hearts pumped for each other another reason just To always stay together and never sever our need for touch She was truly something someone of whom knew what trust is She made a believer of me when it comes to construing love and Even though we never made it I'll always cherish the lesson A part of me stays indebted to her for the pain reflected All good things come to an end especially the best of things I'm cursed to remain lecturing instead of living pleasantly It's all for nothing always struggling all for not not always understanding Understand me I can't stand it and it's not becoming Ducking the devotion devoted to the notion That even though these emotions are overflowing I know it Is something that can't last forever soon to be broken A self-fulfilling prophecy not to seem too opposing Supposedly though this hopelessness closing in is a motive To mosey on through the motionless moments onto a closeness again That old friend and an end to a dial back Just the promise of a process to look ahead to a brighter past

[Quid] I know, I know No options remain there's no stopping a change I know, I know Not to complain but it's gotten so strange I know, I know There's nothing to say when it comes to refrain 'Cause nothing remains except for the change The only true constant is never the same I know, I know No options remain there's no stopping a change I know, I know Not to complain but it's gotten so strange I know, I know There's nothing to say when it comes to refrain 'Cause nothing remains except for the change The only true constant never the same, I know Not going to change not for anybody nothing ever changes Since those three words I've seen so many stages Never straying far from the cards that I was dealt but taking Time to play them right or at the very least carefully Compared to the impaired this pair's apparently prepared to be Imperatively present and very keen on messages sent Indent intent tense invent a vent To ventilate the ever-changing steps (Don't step away!) I've been plenty patient Severing the chains and assembling the strange Now it's less and less deranged seeming more or less humane Sustained in the way we live (the way it is) But where was this when I was penning pages? Trying to be creative and inventive, ain't this A bitch? A bit, to know if this is it Regardless of my art I'll never fit and this I know I know, I know No options remain there's no stopping a change I know, I know Not to complain but it's gotten so strange I know, I know There's nothing to say when it comes to refrain 'Cause nothing remains except for the change The only true constant is never the same I know, I know No options remain there's no stopping a change I know, I know Not to complain but it's gotten so strange I know, I know There's nothing to say when it comes to refrain 'Cause nothing remains except for the change The only true constant never the same, I know [Jack Rylands] Hope for a change beg and pray for it It's always better when you try make the best of it Talking to God wondering if you'll be let in Do the pearly gates await from your donation? Change in the plate to display your faith In the name that's on the money that we desecrate We all start to feel estranged while the world Turns as it burns it perpetuates War in the name of God 'cause we say so Bleed for the dream you'll hang onto your soul Whoa... Love's more important than gold, I know [Quid] I know, I know No options remain there's no stopping a change I know, I know Not to complain but it's gotten so strange I know, I know There's nothing to say when it comes to refrain 'Cause nothing remains except for the change The only true constant is never the same I know, I know No options remain there's no stopping a change I know, I know Not to complain but it's gotten so strange I know, I know There's nothing to say when it comes to refrain 'Cause nothing remains except for the change The only true constant never the same, I know