If you don’t bow to their power,
If you dare not to cower,
They have the right,
They have the might,
To take you by your head,
Crush until you're dead,
Then blame it on your meds.

You're nothing but a victim,
Lost inside a system,
Built by ruling class,
They tell us not to be so crass?!

Got a letter from the feds,
Heard everything I said,
About tryna **** the state,
Refuse to capitulate,
Cops are at my door,
My feet hit the floor,
At more than just a jog,
They killed my ******* dog?!

You're nothing but a victim,
Lost inside a system,
Built by ruling class,
They tell us not to be so crass?!

Righteous only in the mind,
A duty so precisely designed,
To brutalize neighborhoods that’re undermined,
A position historically intertwined,
With those who hoisted it on their pride,
It’s been revised to assure class conscious demise.

Interlocked in a knife fight,
Between a hooded figure,
And a terrified child,
Seems unjustified.

Corral every moment,
Corner them into a vacuum-

I was bad,
But bad was all I ever had.
I was scared,
But I had to keep my teeth bared.
I was dreadful,
But maybe I’m just forgetful.

Nothing stops a dog fight,
Two animals, frightened,
Unable to escape,
So they gnash and tear.

Is it their fault?

Corralling the externalities,
Corner them into a cage.

I was bad,
But bad was all I ever had.
I was scared,
But I had to keep my teeth bared.
I was dreadful,
But maybe I’m just forgetful.

And I apologize for it,
It's not the first time,
It's not the last time,
I'm not who I thought I was.

Just wanna smash up my old car,
Cause the memories made so far,
Are settling and tearing me apart,
I don't wanna go back to the start.

Bits and pieces,
**** and wheezes,
Risky maneuvers,
Here's to our futures.

Wholly partitioned into facets,
I would prefer to just gas it,
Turn them into exoplanets,
Let the crumbling system surpass it.

Bits and pieces,
**** and wheezes,
Risky maneuvers,
Here's to our futures.

Eventually,

No. Say it with me.

Eventually we'll all end up in the dirt.

Our minds thoughtless.

Incompressible darkness.

Eventually,

We'll all reckon with our mortality.
Regardless of our immortal will.

Parts scattered,
Upholstery tattered,
It never really mattered,
Bits and pieces,
**** and wheezes,
Risky maneuvers,
Here's to our contributions.

Tried so hard to blend in,
Balancing on the head of a pin,
So many me's to choose from,
Whoever is needed, I'll become.

King of the dirt hill,
Inside of suburban hell,
Its how hard I fell,
From being a run of the mill,
kid.

Standing firmly on the sideline,
Picking absently at a dandelion,
They thought I'd be something,
Thought I would be something.

King of the dirt hill,
Inside of suburban hell,
Its how hard I fell,
From being the run of the mill,
kid.

Are you proud of me?

Be honest.

Are you proud of me?

Don't lie.

Are you proud of me?

Cause it's all coming crashing down,
And I'd hate to see you frown,
Now tell me. Are you really proud?

King of the dirt hill,
Inside of suburban hell,
It's how hard I fell,
From being the run of the mill,
kid.

When its everything above and below the infinite starscape,
A crisis so appealing to the romantic's depthless eye,
Marlboro sold me an image and it's chaos, confusion, nothing more nothing less.

Nobody move,
Nobody groove,
Just self-soothe,
Imperceptible and crude.

Thin and lithe in the crumbling perception of stardom,
Braindead at the end of the world and the beginning of time,
Create a lake, a boulder, a man of many shapes and sizes,
Follow closely or crush my feet under the pressure.

Nobody move,
Nobody groove,
Just self-soothe,
Imperceptible and crude.

Take the lead home, into the dusty attic,
The wind will still and my feet will plant,
The wood grows over some exposed bone,
I highly recommend leaving me alone
It's the best we can do in this chapter.

Nobody move,
Nobody groove,
Just self-soothe,
Imperceptible and crude.