I could vividly recall my mood the day that art was murdered
The wind blew a thin layer of dust on my garden bird
Everything you knew was sideways and phallic
The highways traffic added to Friday`s madness
The warm wrinkled skin loosely hung of earnest cheekbones
Below eyes designed to bury the wolf under a sheep`s clothes
Some peoples sang, a few begged for change
A young girl skipped a long with her hand glued to a candy cane
I, however, walked with my back to it as usual
Wanted to turn this dark comedy into a musical
I`m used to reflecting the sorrow the world reflects at me
We`re forever intertwined as the anxious and angry
The gloom moves into oxygen, consumed to keep me lost within
A mushroom cloud of toxins deposited to leave the prophets doomed
There I sat on a lead infested picnic table
Waiting to be born, carefully evading mating season`s evil horns
I keep performing for the poets and philosophers
But they don`t know I was insane before and became popular
I lose something every time I leave my house
Trying to gain something by running my mouth
My conscience don`t hold a grudge against my impulse
Honesty should be the best policy but it`s not that simple
Have you ever had the sky inject a cloud into your lymph nodes
So all you see is how she gazes through a frameless window?
Everyday I have a new argument with myself
Wonder how I got this far up the ladder
But by now I should have failed
Can`t go to heaven, never learned how to pray
Oh well, Rather be in a place with less people anyway
Somewhere between a snare and the extra-tire hogwash
I got caught in a motion of a sex-inspired god talk
My long-lost lover left me to date a real artist
Ain`t it strange how the whole story can be told through a guitar rift
I`m a pretentious vendor of invention
A sentimented way of staying the center of attention
Take my advice and never take my advice
I haven`t left my own head long enough to really know about life
But I dug dirt out of the ground and found Plato`s time capsule
Inside was a note that said, sorry I lied
Part of my pride was dead the second that you talked to me
And I knew that no matter what lied ahead you wouldn`t walk with me
So alone I traveled
Clown shoes through dirty speed infested tourist colonies
Tricking revolutionaries into thinking my records
A new age life-insurance policy
Then I`m off
And before they get the chance to give me a dirty look
Their money`s spent at Borders on a brand new Christian Amerdy book
A sturdy hook deserves a better catch phrase
But I`m only still here because they can`t detect
Neurotic tendencies with x-rays
It was a perfect day to sit and watch the wind
Cause the recognition of my insanity
Made me want to be hip-hop again
I make music to ride to, to cry to, to die to,
Times two, and finally realize you`re alive to
I make music to vibe to, to close your eyes to
Break your mind from each vault that sits inside you
I make music for survival, to find you
To hide from the landscape humanity went blind to
I make music to rhyme to, to waste time to
To die to, to realize I`m alive to
