Do you reckon Hasbro would sue
If I sampled a Megatron quote?
Kindly
I admired thee
Admiration ran dry
As you spat my name in spite
And I smile in glee, briefly
Knowing that you won′t ever be
Another part of me
Jumpstart this broken heart
Using the car cables of my old Ford
As you were tearing me apart
Yet you were never even worth
A single breath of my words
Accursed, yeah, sure
But your presence sure is a
Sight for sore eyes
Reassuring me that on
A tormented mind it
Could bring hurt still
And what's worse is
Yeah, baby
You know that I got this deathwish
So, please proceed in
Tearing away at my breath
And then leaving me to rot
With almost next to nothing
Zero, zip, nought
No, not even nada
Which is why this time I
Got no rhyme, no reason
No type of beat dictating me
I′ve been screaming at the stars
Alexis, don't you fear no decline
And I knew it right then and there
What a time to be alive this has been
Will I ever break free from idols?
Oh God
Oh God, I have to break free from my idols
Let's chat self-reflection for a bit
Because, shit
Can it really be said it only ever
Happened to us under
The best of intentions?
With our interests at heart
When not even these end results
Seem to appear as anything
Appealing like you might′ve grown
To come expecting of them
Aren′t there any adjustments you'd rather make?
Or any kind of risks you′d be willing to take?
Oh, I know it's a slap on the wrist
But, God, I bask in this shit
Hit ′em with the zigzag
Unfazed, the slip given
Stripped bare
To a master of baiting
Puppets set a trap, sprung
Seperating these stitches
At pointblank range, so strange
To try and say Slipknot with a lisp
God, hope I don't slip up, hoe
Though I am no longer living
Or lying in wait patiently for you
To once again spit in my face
Since I was a mere fool acting up
A blunt tool getting used
Now a mule has been muzzled
Struggling to find my own footing
In this whole world that′s been
Getting fucked up
Will I ever break free from idols?
Oh God
Oh fuck, I have to break free from my idols
That something else
Feels more like less
And everything in between
It feels all condensed
It's all of me
For all to see
Profanity, insanity
It's all too real
That something else
Feels more like less
And everything in between
It feels all condensed
It′s all of me
For all to see
Profanity, insanity
It′s all too real
And I want to believe
Though I'm afraid that I just can′t see
See this winter that I've been waiting for
Relentlessly
When nearly a decade ago
Everything started presenting itself
As just so bleak
And gray
And as you preach
It′s like you said
That the pieces of an idyllic landscape
Would start shaping themselves
Out of a mere void
Formed from only symphonies and ideals
Symptoms of the undiseased
Cultivating systems
Yet never seemingly intent on
Carrying their own weight
God, I'm so sick of it all
Tired and spent
Laying wide awake with my eyes wide shut
Omitted from your guidance
Thy light is a deep dive
An attest to my descent
In transit to an insane asylum
Where within inane lies my tormentor
An Obelisk, intrinsic and oblique
Oddities not withstanding
That I′m wrestling with various demons
Though I'm sure even professionals
At least have some set of standards
So just what kind of an insane
Fucking perspective have you been
Offering here if you don't want to
Call it pitching dead-end visions
To the blind then?
You′re so defiant
Cruel and ill-defined
This little devil, a Cruella copycat
Mazera Deville with 2800 on attack
And twin-dyed
