[Verse One]
Lights flicker on the frame of a light sleeper, watching sports
In a stained wife beater and boxer shorts
The night creeps in between the uneven slides
Of Venetian blinds and it sees signs of struggle
He resides in a jungle where the weeds dry and tumble
Every time he deserts love and leaves behind his troubles
This time it seems he`s finally humbled
Defeated by the feline he`s been trying to subdue, beaten while they cuddle
Now subtle differences got him running from images
Weird as it is circus mirrors are a serious fear of his
He stays a safe distance from the scary kids
Beard is big and he wears a wig in public appearances
Here he is... half alive in the flesh suit
Curiously appetized by the fresh fruit
Served on a dish at his nightly help group
Who dreamt of catching better Z`s most people would`ve slept through
If you ain`t been through it, then you don`t know the way the days
Just waste away, a change of pace needs to take place
I play with razorblades and I shake
Till I shave my face in the break of day (light)
Lights flicker on the frame of a light sleeper, watching sports
In a stained wife beater and boxer shorts
Sunrays creep, in between uneven slides
Of Venetian blinds and it sees signs of struggle
He hides a bundle of demons behind the stubble
Sleep dehydrates until the dreams dry and crumble
Bleeding out his eyes, the scene of the crime`s a puddle
Where he cries uncle and doesn`t realize he`s lovable
In love, a girl doesn`t purr cause she sees
Something of hers stuck in a world that needs to be free
And this cat gets tongue tied till she leaves
A curiosity that could kill an entire species
See these fingers of mine? Take a guess
It`s time to see if one of them fits the dark ring around your eye, she says
So she sends me to a guy who signs permission slips
And if his finger fits, he`s gonna poke inside to see what`s alive...
He`s gonna poke inside to see what`s alive...
He`s gonna poke inside to see what`s alive...
He`s gonna poke inside to see what`s alive...
