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pardon me but part of me has become harder then arctic numb
chasing cheap thrills while disease fills my heart and lungs
i’ve sounded the marching drum
maintained an insane pace only to end up in the same place i started from
i am my father’s son, insanity is all ours
gathered war scars in battle and the apple doesn’t fall far
we walk hard, embracing these desires
but the dash of my internal drive says “maintenance required”
i finally understood the synopsis then the topic changed
to be precise the key of life is out of my octave range
we are not the same
you talk, i walk through the hottest flames of this rotten game to try and stop the pain
it’s ironic cuz i’m dying to stay alive
but i’m courting the devil in a blue dress calling her angel eyes
it’s fict-tious my whole existence has been plagiarized
the first addition was written when i was in a great disguise
i can’t decide how to properly say thanks for this
waiting for the light to go off over my head like an angler fish
sinking in the shallows attached to an anch0r-d ship
swinging from the gallows thinking i can get the hang of this
but there’s troubled water’s off of the starboard bow
this blood letting is upsetting cuz it’s just getting harder now
scars are found abounding cuz they found me when my guard was down
it’s getting darker as men and martyrs barter for a larger crown
took me a minute tops to know it’s not about getting props
cuz i see mr. big shot getting dropped by bigger shots
gotta figure i’m a take shots of liquor til my liver rots
while trying to pull the right lever to get me out of this skinner box
maybe it will stop the system shock but it’s not likely
i’m ugly so god loves me but he does not like me
cuz i’m an impostor painting sistine chapel knock offs
and the only truth in my art is the marks on my drop cloth
i’ve got thoughts like will i ever escape this cursed dance
or am i cursed to die circ-mscribed by my circ-mstance
i’m forced to concentrate on these contemplative thoughts
but of course my conscious state tends to consecrate the source
so it’s just my imagination running away with me
plain to see aspects of this dungeon becoming unsavory
seems simple from a to z
reminiscent of an infant who reached the cradle in prenatal complacency
no considerable difference between actively rejected and p-ssively accepting a miserable existence
it’s the pinnacle of indifference, yet we pretend it’s worth it
then create gods and monsters to give ourselves a sense of purpose
somewhere between h-ll’s furnace and the attic in heaven lies the answer to this disaster but it’s out of the question
try to capture the essence without an ounce of help
couldn’t walk away because i lost my way but i found myself
now i’m transmitting signals from the middle of nowhere
existence is brittle to answer the riddle is so rare
oh yeah i broke down on the highway to h-ll
so i blaze an l cuz i don’t have a road flare
i found it astounding surrounded by cold stares
so when i reach the peak i took a leap off heavens gold stairs
haunted by the underachievement of past goals
wishing i was never born trying to terraform these black holes
if that’s so then can i get an amen
for those that never know how to let it go or when to say when
this inquisitive nature changed us into insane men
because of the babbling sounds that rattle around our brain stems
like what is this life for and why do we fight for
and how do i get some and which one is the right door
i’m not quite sure but this feeble cry for help can’t be heard over man’s incessant need to deify himself

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rape humanity, i can’t escape profanity
calamity waits as i head straight for insanity
the atrophy’s safe so i embrace with apathy
and happily break i’m trying to wake out of this rhapsody
but naturally fate will scr-pe my husk hollow
i wallow in disgust became the rust that’s sure to follow
i’m swallowing dust from the crust of my sarcophagus
m-ssaging the touch enough to crush my esophagus
misogynist plus the l-st got the best of me
especially in the option of adding toxin to the recipe
aggressively blossom, doctrines of dropping casualties
seeding poison apples to cackle at what my satchel feeds
i need my shackles like castles need their parapets
call me aramis i need my face between a pair of t-ts
aware of this starring at bliss, turning to turmoil
recoil to p-ss on strands of lamp stands trying to burn oil
foil my plans from d-mnation’s sabotage
now i flag the mirage of jihads that i was glad to dodge
where was god trying to nail me in his cross hairs
off stairs of heaven me and my brethren ended in warfare
it’s all fair we tending the ascending of your conscious
the nonsense never ending and i’m not defending the monstrous
i’m just obnoxious my process called the guillotine
known to lose my head and act dead with dread to k!ll my dreams
still my screams are echoes that i won’t let go
ahead of my time, a master mind like el greco
i gesso designs cuz i’m incline to follow no man
my slow jam’s are bach writing to “raindrops like chopin
low man on top a verse stature seeking rapture
trying to master my life but some heights you never capture
moving faster than light, in hindsight feels like i’m frozen
eroding with cyanide, affect the tide of the ocean
open my eyes to no surprise of being blinded
reminded myself of there so i don’t care if i can’t find it
confined by the snares, swear it ain’t air that i’m breathing
i ain’t even prepared to bear the share that i’m receiving
believing is rare with a pair of aces and eights
a deceiving oasis and i swear the faces are fake
embracing a snakes so don’t debate on my you’re bitten
if you’re smitten with fools no wonder the shoe is fitten
i’m splitting the fuse, don’t confuse the line symmetry
infinity of the mind, trying to break the time that limits me
physically fine, but misery’s mine to cherish
on a ferris-wheel effect until the date my flesh will perish
a sheriff of death bereft of the rest-tution
the pollution i ingest won’t digest from the retribution
i’m doing my best but hey i guess it’s not adequate
elaborate depression and i’m never getting out of it
devil’s advocate who’d rather dishevel the immaculate
cuz facts slip through your crack when you sat on the lap of baphomet
that’s just half of it so raise the mast on that raft of sh-t
your ship sinking fast their trynna see what else your -ss’ll fit
cuz life’s a b-tch i’m feeding d-ck to that princess
i’m pretty convinced her prince had a similar hint to incest
been blessed with sight, but not the right to speak it
my life endures another poor righteous teacher
but f-ck fnord’s i trust the lord i’m not a preacher
cuz i’d rather play in the game than pray for change from the bleachers
i hope this reaches open ears who ain’t opposed to hear
a page in my beliefs it’s hard to read cuz it’s been soaked in tears
broke from fears but it appears they still track me
so i guess being afraid is the only thing that backs me
and that’s exactly the riddle of why i go there
on that road since i’m little heading into the middle of (k)nowhere

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