You wanna write some songs about me? I′ll do the same
Never afraid to step out this shell and set the stage
I have and will continue busking and to beg for changeCause I didn't get twitter fame off the backs of others
Now those facts are covered by choirs of chanting therapy bills
That have yet to be paid, streaming illnesses away
Now I write this as my knees bend and my teeth grit
To you it was a keepsake
That necklace didn′t mean shit
So here I am, locked inside the memories
Plotting on a Jezebel
Fucking all my enemies
Fishing for a vixen with addictions: desert ketamine
I make a mess of everything
Get up to bat, and still I swing
Missing social queues like prince Akeem
Was raised by rumbling thunder
And now my shits lighting
The days are bleeding together, check my eyelids for holes
The walls are fiending for feeding, seems my meat has been sold
I watch the creep of the weather, the wind it howls for my soul
To fall completely forever, at this point; not opposed
I need a reason for leaving, stuck at a fork in the road
For every inch I have given, miles of rope out my door
Now the sound of the horde approaches
The pound of their drums
This endless cloud over my endorphins
A ritual sprung
The fencing style that I've adopted
A penchant for words
You want to try and say its awful?
You wouldn't be the first
So here we are again trapped inside this thing of ours
I could throw the blame but in the end I gave you power
I don′t leave safety, never at the crib lonely
So its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley
So here we are again trapped inside this thing of ours
I could throw the blame but in the end I gave you power
I don′t leave safety, never at the crib lonely
So its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley
So here we are again trapped inside this thing of ours
I could throw the blame but in the end I gave you power
I don't leave safety, never at the crib lonely
So its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley
So here we are again trapped inside this thing of ours
I could throw the blame but in the end I gave you power
I don′t leave safety, never at the crib lonely
So its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley
Its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley
Its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley
Its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley
Sneaking through the sticks slowly
Sneaking through the sticks slowly
Its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley
Its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley
Its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley
Sneaking through the sticks slowly
Sneaking through the sticks slowly
Bada dum dum da dum da dum dum dum
Bada dum dum da dum da dum da da dum
Da dum
Bada dum dum da dum da dum dum dum
Bada dum dum da dum da dum da da dum
Da dum
Fuck you
