I'm printing out these copies of my thoughts
Just to see if this monotonous material is the reason I'm distraught
So I bought another knife so I could liven up
My dead soul with a paralyzed smile
And decide on my own if I should change the style of my pants
Cuz they sag to far under my vans
So I need grease lightning to take a chance at dissolving my ego
That leads to this path to a demonic cell held by this wrath
And way back in skool I excelled in math
It looked my future was spoiled with the riches of greed
But id be at war with myself about nothing I need

Hold on a second let me make a grilled cheese
Cuz it keeps me content when I burn the bread
I can eat it on the way to the train
Cuz I don't wanna be late

I like to soak my feet in kerosene
And I've [bad word] up with so many dreams
Sequencing like a laser beam destroying this crack rock scene
Took metro north up to Fordham today cuz the boredom of home
Drove me out this way. I invested my time in my dreams
But my dreams are quite [bad word] on the yacht that I sunk
With a couple billionaires and over ten thousand dollars of
Leather chairs. In 2012 when the calendar ends
I'll be as real as that [bad word] when your born with a sin
And I'll tell you once in a while
that I got issues that drive a sane man wild
its nothing to hide but I keep it down low
so I'm the only one who knows how to keep my mind in control

I'm concerning myself with the [bad word] that I drew
I need to take some pressure off just to listen to you
You make me frantic when you talk about BLAAAAHHH!
I need my wisdom back from where it was pulled
I don't wanna loom like the shadows of my past
Cuz its just as empty as this jameson glass
I [bad word] hate all this blood on my thumbs
I've been playing this [bad word] game way too much

Bleh.