I fall in love with my ideas at night Call upon smiles and tears my of life Its all ups and downs, lefts and rights Grippin' this beer doesn't helps me keep up the fight
I sever my truths and lies, So no need to use a disguise, but some will never know who and who's not on their side, It's A Matrix type surprise
You'd think so much expierence Would leave me fearless, but the world is deaf and nobody hears this
Drip, drip, drop. Is it blood or rain, no one can explain their plot So I sing, sing, sing along cause it wont be long until I'm skippin rocks in a pond Wishing I could light my own fires and drop my own bombs Few can relate to the way my thoughts detonate so they try to separate reality from fiction with great debates Makes me feel awkward as ****, like I been stuffed in a locker and im stuck, but I could shift this ****, if I just had a proper clucth So...good luck... tryin to relate *******, i got more miles on me than interstate truckers I help the devil sell dreams to crippled human beings that know what it means To need to feed cause we feign to bleed On my nightstand lie a couple of things, 2 sticks of lung disease, 1 magazine and 1 pic of a dead human being