We acknowledge the same curve and those might-have-heareds
A fast-winded feeling of freedom pleased to be recognized
Killed by his independecy and akilles-heel
Cuz he armed himself with stealthy mass-appeal.
It feels like every word slipping through my mouth has been used
With my glass eye reflecting all the things that iv learned
Flilling up cracks with plastic assumes
Wreck of you life, aim til you get sober
I wrestle myself as I walk along the weary-
motely watching i find myself staring
building up an empire, of my great desire
while fumes/fuel from my thought process take me higher
My avalanche of color starts over there,
And Ive got the solitary key to go through.
The traps can be so vicious
Prepare for the ultimate takedown.
Might save you from deliverance,
But will it serve the greater cause?
Break up your life, until you get sober