[x4] 
 If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures 
 If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures 
 To symbolize the decibel levels bred of a thousand whispers 
 To mummify useless unknown poems spit a shower with gold glitter 
 Pressure increase unleash the [bad word] splitters 
 And for some reason you wonder why your puzzle is a jigsaw 
 When you fail to decipher the mores code to simply avoid the pitfalls 
 If need be I can get raw - just pocket the latex 
 But that's like asking why the man with no legs crawls to see the apex 
 Or why the young planet's seeds won't blossom into a garden 
 Parallel to your search for stardom where you leave [bad word] and jargon 
 That you can't even feel. So how's that for surface tension? 
 Every step shows you're a worthless henchman itching to meet your maker 
 I'd rather finger-paint than take a tainted pen and curse the paper 
 Voice box turns cauldron, saliva boils, then thoughts are vapor 
 If seeing foremost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades 
 Then a thoroughbred's accuracy isn't the focal point of perfection 
 Therefore you [bad word] through waist-high sludge and caramelized paints where 
 Prints left, taint every breath 
 Inhale - golden oxygen, then step graciously over landmines shallow beneath the soil surface 
 Take a small step for man and ascend a stairway to heaven on pegs 
 To take a giant leap for mankind to stand and keep your legs 
 What a dilemma to hold hands with 
 Sanity's a steep cliff of gift 
 And it seems because of your fork-tongued dreams your hands slipped 
 Rip your canteen of get-rich schemes and set sail on the seven seas 
 Hooker left that envy to drown in greed 
 Before you swallow your pride and wash it down with a glass of formaldehyde 
 I'll preserve the day the Earth fell, to symbolize how Atlas died 
 I've tried [bad word] the wormhole to deliver a eulogy 
 But the other eight planets follow me to stage a silent mutiny 
 No more - dodging shooting stars 
 No more - lashing of asteroid belts 
 No more - avoiding supernovas and fear of android wealth 
 If science and religion is the building block for a laughing stock 
 Then the foundation should [bad word] at the epicenter of the aftershock 
 The bow breaks at the vinyl spots 
 The cradle of all this crime rate drops 
 I've timed hate crops harvest to see if records of frisbees flop hardest 
 Well that would depend on the trajectory 
 And the way the projector projected me 
 I was a hologram waiting for wind to inherit merit discrepancy 
 Is it time for lift off? 
 I think go-go gadget propellers are prepared 
 Is it time for lift off? 
 The rocket fuel was at peak in mid-week 
 I think it's time for lift off 
 The [bad word] integrity seems to be holding 
 But three astronauts were found in a [bad word] falling asleep 
 So will these thousand whispers ever hold a cleft note to sing? 
 Or will these blisters [bad word] targets of the scorpion king's sting? 
 Because the poison invades the veins to the stages of Hume 
 I'll take a rain check in the same breath of a checkmate - in three moves 
 I know everything is everything and nothing's still something else 
 So I cleared my shelves of any signs of wealth to impress the elves 
 My neck it holds bricks that weighs down my liftoff 
 As a precaution I replaced the wood in the loft with something soft 
 Your windows - they look clear but my pane's a stained glass 
 To dampen the impression of expression anything has 
 Do the hues you use, do they capture the pain my frame has? 
 Or are you caught in the faces we weave, scared to changes masks? 
 I'm the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grass 
 But first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track before train pass 
 You strain cash 
 Well I take the root