These artists, why can’t they find it?
How come they don’t see it?
How many people feel this way?
But all these half-mooned artists
How come they still stay on it?
Heart hardened, but never departed

Tame my tongue, for the lessons you want
So they will be sung, so I’ll put down my gun

Tame the tongue, but it’s difficult to tame what is sung
Why’s it so hard to tame the tongue of the things I don’t want?
‘Cause it’s sung by a liger, half the liar, half the pride
I’ve tried to raise him right, but something’s on the other side
Tugging at his leash, and I begin to lose my peace
You probably don’t even know what that is!
Only if you’re a nerd, that’s right
Is it fantasy or is it reality? Either way, it’s half of me
So how can I tame it, if I don’t even know what its name is?
See, Liger is just something to take pride in, to hide in, to get high by
I’m trying to put down the gun, but there’s something he wants
It’s like my mind is speaking in tongues
Of things incapable of being sung
What do you want?
What do you want?!

I feel bound by these lines, using the same old rhymes
It’s the same crimes every time
The same debate between dying
Is it my duty to keep going back to this music
Re-do it, to prove that, He uses
Our flaws to draw them all to calling?
Am I falling and balling to honor is this all that
I’m called to, to show you, through my music?

I wanna pout, scream and shout!
Let it all out, fuss around!
Down for the count, freak you out!
But that ain’t His mouth, that ain’t His fount
That’s just my font, I’d like the flaunt
Because it taunts anyways, and I thought
If I haunt it, it would eventually stop

Faith, like a kid?
Well I got faith, under my bed
I said, will you be my friend?
And then he nods his head
But was something he misread
And he left something unsaid
Nige is my friend
But what he meant was fiend
And I find that I bend
To the weight of this wind
And I become something within
Something I’ve always been

So much content
Should it all be on it