keep the top ten in my bio
you can check it
if you want to

got my head in the chamber

i split my choices
pour some from my cup
im still life im up
for these flames long dead and gone

we take off this mask
walk weak from the doorways
take up my severed finger
print nine copies

if ya love me
give me power
im good for keepin secrets
and naughty messages

i make the digits in ya bank accounts

dont descibe me
in god we trust
all-seeing eye
owl i trust

scrape away my image

im inside a time capsule
secure in my possession
ignorant but factual
diver in my psyche
cycle through me fakin
take the paychecks
but im not tripping on i keep

kickback stimulus
keep a clean coater in my desk
black envelopes and all the rest
if ya own me for a picture
on the deck i must confess

a lie to make believe
and keep the truth and toss the key
and keep me in the lucid dream.