Solely for the sake of the soul, awaken a serpent
The wabi sabi's in me, imperfection is perfect
I think it's time to pause and reposition the purpose
Putting in enough work to be considered a servant. I'm certain
Please, Your honor, you can't tame a monster
All I ever ate was paint chips and blotter
I'm a little off my rocker. I can't take it too much longer
I think I'm having a flashback. What's that coming out the water?
Release the krakеn. Time to make it happen
Snapping in thе system after habitats of rhythm
Cause a cataclysmic ripple in the continuum
Quick whenever you kick the drum
I can hear my heartbeat after sparking enough to rip a lung
Coming from under the ground. A sanctified righteous
Subterranean alien-sapien hybrid
Otherworldly. Overly wordy but patiently silent
I'm even half the reason for enabling and sirens
All I ever wanted was to get the cynicism out of my system
Now I'm sinister, insist that I've been twisted since a little kid
What the fuck is innocence?
If life was so good, why would I be killing myself with a cigarette?
Suicide is all it is, but we call it stress relief
Who am I influencing when I'm blessing mics and wrecking beats?
Maybe nobody yet, but soon enough the word will get out
Trying to balance play and work but what's the perfect amount?
I'm a fucking adult now, but a child at heart
Whoever knew that finger painting would lead to lucrative art?
Better off to break the beat down than beat the brakes off the beat
We're making heat now, and getting you out of your seat
"Times Be Good" and we push them full throttle, fool
Doing anything we want 'cause anything is possible
You can try to backtrack my thought process
But you're never gonna pinpoint my odd nonsense. YES
You can try to backtrack my thought process
But you're never gonna pinpoint my odd nonsense. YES
You can try to backtrack my thought process
But you're never gonna pinpoint my odd nonsense
The aftermath of shattering glass and splattering battery acid
Into the passage of the soul, prematurely scattering ashes
Clashing with the habits and the madness of the masses
Burning passion went molasses to a half a pack of matches
The haberdashery bastard never said it would last forever
Picking up the puzzle pieces, put them back together front and center
Never better seems to be the motto over those complacent
Nonconformist with the chloroform and spoon to scoop the brain with
It happened to be a cavity implanted inside the mosaic
Time to overdose on overtones and overthrow the matrix
Full of hatred in his face a hypocrite with a chip
On his shoulder but he rolled a boulder over a cliff
24 calendars down and haven't found a better teacher
Than an incomplete epiphany created in a beaker
Open peepers, pupils wide, inside the eyes and born again
And the people keepin' close to him are wiser than the rest
Wouldn't have it any other way, acquaintances behind me
They were antiquated branches. I was hanging with them blindly
Finally I'm finding out the finer things are hard to find
But worth every second of searching, every single scar and dime
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way
My way. Put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way
