Dirty Dike - Moments in Nothing lyrics

I'm on a horse back travelling to see the king Scavenging on people in the city that I'm deep within (Seeing things) pretty colors and color sequences Streak of piss, leaving with the demon and the bleeding wrist I'm dreaming in a scene of bliss The scene is same as being rich A self-made believer and the teacher didn't teach me this All teacher did was teach me to be mean to kids And that being rich is what the height of all achievement is And just to think I would believe this sh** But I still turned rebell on the self-inflicted evil tip (So what's next?) Hot-headed with a complex Pissed of and fexed[?] like a tower-blop[?] bomb threat Hours lost in a world where they show you nothing Now I'm off with a girl to go and grow to something Bow a nod if you feel the world, just show your love And tell you what the f** it means instead of what is known for bluffing I've reached the kings lair Clammered of mine [?] horse Searching back and forth for a pattern in this ma**ive thought Now just imagine you were happy like you were before Learning from a pa**ion and the pa**ion is the words you talk My satisfaction ain't in captioning my dirty thoughts Feeling like I'm turning from a genet to a herbivore Dream inside the planets 'till we vanish in a burning storm Or simply manage to establish that our worth is more I feel embera**ed I'm not earning mort[gage] But if I actually admit it, sanity is all I'm working for Not a salary I couldn't pay the rent with I'm clinging to the hopes of being happy in this d**h wish Hours lost in a world where they show you nothing Now I'm off with a girl to go and grow to something Bow a nod if you feel the world, just show your love And tell you what the f** it means instead of what is known for bluffing I've met the king know Turns out the guy's a prick that lived inside my mind since I turned to crime in '96 Churning rhymes in this dirty life that I exist Writing scripts to orchestrate my lies like a flying fist A state of awful higher symptoms of lying pissed, dying quick, riding on my bike through this pile of sh** "Why is this?" is the question all myself's asked Destined to be depressed or rested with the hells past I guess I made an estimation and I fell fast Never payed attention and never made my wealth last I pedaled d**h that's the message that they stuck in me Kicked me on my feet untill I fell to my f**ing knees