My father Michael is a genius
He sees this world the way no one can
He brought me up and shaped my mind at the tender youthful age of 9
He said don't take this for the way it is
You better watch out son when you get them (?)
Before you know it the friends you [bad word] will have stabbed you in the back he said

If you wanna steal you better learn how to lie
If you wanna live you better not fear how you die
Heaven and [bad word] are just a myth so you better pay attention to this moment [x2]

There's a Fine line between genius and insanity
Is one he often treads so patiently
While pigs and ghouls would always try to knock the door

system built to perpetuate
Pushers pushin', dealers dealin' and they can't escape
I got kids at home so pretend there's no living in this race? ....

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Sometimes when my apathy creeps on up from behind me
It reminds me why I moved my TV
Out of the room where I make love
In case I might just look up
And see the sky is falling from above, see it falling from above

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