I was born bitter, herbal earthen aftertaste of urban living Rat racing in a tracksuit, tracing, chasing shadows Boxing, facing my opponent on a box spring An ode to the lock and loaded 'cause the eyes look crazy off Something's not right, head slightly co*ked My words are the key but they might be locked The gate's been closed and the flows been turned off When the water runs dry, I take my clothes off I'm searching for a savior in a flavored soda bottle No, I'm not a Coca Cola can collector I'm a relegated relic of the past A fragile agile intellect inspector Go on look at my brain, it's bubbling again Carbonated water plus bleached sugarcane Sweet and tender on a bender to drain To the last drop I can't stop, no time to train Mamma told me there'd be days like this When the kiss of bliss Was intertwined with this spitting vision divine The mind is a prison and the blind have risen Always bumping in the night much to the delight Of those who prefer a spark in the dark To a hole in the light and they don't wanna fight And I'm sort of supposing you've chosen To live life frozen in time But I sip wine with poison lined lips kissing time When there's no one left to leave behind With a theme unknown, I dream alone When I feel the need, I'm free to roam I walk in a park and when it gets dark I take the long way home When I grow up, I want to die And I want d**h to be a thespian Roll the cameras and let's begin Action, action, action (My best friend's girl will be a lesbian Knock, knock, knock, please let me in) I make landfall, kiss the ground then stand tall All this still life, still the distillery needs the ripe fruit Of the gods to feed the need for knowledge And I guess I never knew the ledge And let alone the border But I took one jump, a leap of faith And it made me hate disorder I found myself sorta Where I thought I'd be but a part of me was sad I'd been had, I thought I was doing something special Now I'm faced with the fact, I'm just a fad I'm gonna fades away in eighty eight shades of gray And maybe more the sore grows I'm sure those holes in my brain aren't hostile Although I'm in a lot of pain On the rocks of reality, dreams get splashed In the throes of oblivion, throats get slashed And goats get sacrificed to rid our backs of vice When actually the monkey is not likely to suffice When pressed for luck, I chuck the dice, f** the mice And men what might have been advice to follow Is now manifestos to swallow Washed down with asbestos and what I've left Those who drink instant coffee And talk in impossible options is a word of caution I'll be watching your thoughts drift off when you get soft And I'm not afraid to go there but I know where I'm not wanted Undaunted I wander, through haunted homes I stumble The stairs crumble unearthing bones in the rubble And here comes trouble, it's the walking dead You read my thoughts and fed my thirst And talked enough to let me finish this verse If it's not best then it's the worst I'm a wise man arriving, devising new ways to be enterprising And it's tough surviving the places where I've been waiting Faces that leave me feeling frustrated Hello to your face and good riddance to bitter cynics like you I hate the venom you spit sentiment, I don't believe to be true It's this creeping culture, the feeding vulture Eats decaying soul made flesh They hold less control than ever but put this patent on fresh And now it's trademarked and parked in the executive space Dark laws don't apply in the dark side Buy my record and I'll give you a free water So how's about a toast getting close to where most go over My gla** is half full but I ain't close to being sober With a theme unknown, I dream alone When I feel the need, I'm free to roam I walk in a park and when it gets dark I take the long way home When I grow up, I want to die And I want d**h to be a thespian Roll the cameras and let's begin Action, action, action (My best friend's girl will be a lesbian Knock, knock, knock, please let me in)