Life is not symmetrical. An interesting ponderance With unforseen, Far-reaching consequence And the green is in the profits For the sages and prophets Who drop it Telling rhymes To capsize time
And no one's around to stop it Open to interpretation, A cryptic message Whose meaning gets lost in translation When living in a basement With one suitcase of baggage And it amplifies The black-tie strife Of societal ties.
And you figure you figures Add up to something bigger While I'm a ghost just trying to capture A bigger piece of the bigger picture But got distracted by the frame I look familiar But you dont know my name I look familiar... Like looking in a mirror Because we both look the same
But we're different You see,
Im a dedicated runaway Who ran away from home Trying to escape A world of computers And cell phones Pursuing a knowledge I always have known But the world's greatest minds Never predicted this...
And my happy meal Tastes like flies and **** Yeah, ****. Because someone ****** in my vinegar And if I ever see justice, I've got something to give to her
My eyes. And the power of sight. To open up her mind And redirect her fight. But I fall back With no one to catch me Forced to rely upon Linguistic ability Because its the power of speech Which tells you to look both ways Before you proceed To walk across the street
And I know its not easy To live on adrenaline and caffiene But I'll chainsmoke cigarettes And drink gin from the tub And try to destroy Another piece of myself everyday.. Until all thats left is love...
Life is not symmetrical. Sometimes it rains on only one side of the street.