some mornings i wake
and turn to the sky
i plead to the universe
and ask aloud, why
despite all the things
that you've done to me
why do you still
get to be so happy

i'm a gentle soul
i wouldn't hurt a fly
but what about a meteor
cutting through the sky
with a trajectory
that's in my favor
crashing down
turning you into vapor

perhaps an amazon rain forest tour
all-expense paid trip
you get stung by bees
off a cliff, you slip
into a river of snakes
piranhas and crocs
if you survive all of that
waterfall, jagged rocks

a hot air balloon ride
something goes awry
your balloon keeps ascending
into the sky
despite dropping temps prove
no threat to the heart in your chest
oxygen runs thin
you choke more and more on each breath

Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race
Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race
So far behind
They quit tracking my place
Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race


Hey, im a:
*******, loser, *****
*******, mental, sick
full of ****, full of ****
loner, ******, hypocrite

strike one - gentle smack
strike two - foundation crack
strike three - tidal wave crash
the fatt catts
all laff n laff


Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race
Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race
So far behind
They quit tracking my place
Great
I’m getting lapped
in this sick
mutherfuckin rat race

the gutz
the glory
the glitz
the glam
the gak
the ****
the hash
we write
our own stories
ride the wave
to the grave
no turning back

everyone's so
**** special
pinned ribbons
shiny medals
yet im still
a broke ***** loser
dirtbag, drug abuser

I wear a mask
with a smiley face
cold iron on my waist
getting lapped in the rat race
wish it wasnt the case
leaning in for the kiss
of death's embrace
caught up in this futile chase

Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race
Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race
So far behind
They quit tracking my place
Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race

I'm so low
that when I get high
I barely reach level
Every day is a street fight
2 v. 1
me against
myself and the devil

breath by breath
step by step
day by day by day
all alone in a sealed off cave
dreamin of sunrays
tryin to escape

everyday I'm just chippin away
everyday's another tug on the fray

I'm so low
that when I get high
I barely reach level
Every day is a street fight
2 v. 1
me against
myself and the devil

a blade a twist
reminisce that gentle kiss
cool mist
spray of the waves
blisters and ****** fingertips
wrestle with demons
some days don't resist

yet I'm still chippin away
despite another day is a pull on the fray

little beams of light
drink in the sun
revive the will to fight

so I'm just chippin away
everyday's another tug on the fray

I'm so low
that when I get high
I barely reach level
Every day is a street fight
2 v. 1
me against
myself and the devil

I love Spring;
When all the trees
Practice re-clothing!