[I wrote this to the above song from 0:45 but can also be read to the song attached above 'Earth 616' from 0:00]
The pain is here like the fear and oh dear I can't hide they're inside and they refuse to abide I'm swept up in the tide I'm strapped down for the ride I'm tapped out like a stencil made by Thoth the Scribe
This heart just keeps breaking my hands just keep shaking those eyes just keep hating those nails don't stop raking why can't I stop taking my paintbrush to the canvas to make dark paintings I'm hyperventilating trying to sketch and shade and trying to vent and evade but I'm spent like a cent cause the air in my lungs went my mind's sanity bent like a dent wait that's not what I meant - calamity - glances at missed chances have this banned bliss pressed to hands - lips on my neck - I want to forget why I'm such a wreck give me a sec
Cold dozen to a ying yang, old coven to klu klux clan, my cousin so fly he needs not hang, I don't expect you to understand, you're to type to say Eazy-E's death wasn't planned, you know you need to fan any Pizza Hut deep pans hot as my front-seat tan I get around 50 grams from "The Muffin Man" I ain't bluffin' man your peak flow's still weaker than the oxygen can I use, when I'm laughing at you till I'm blue, and they've left us in the meth-dust on the west coast and I'm breathless mouth restless and I dare you to do anything but test this
I'm screaming in my head screening a psyche already dead I'm gleaning tons of these spike meds because I like not being read, there's a spider that sees red and it's legs twitch to my thoughts slight hitch in my breath for the meantime I breathe nought cause the leash is still caught in the gears and in the ports transporting, because the truth is daunting, can you not see that I'm haunted and I'm hunted can't run from this, the gun barely fails to miss, the bullet flies the bully hits the prison of lies makes escapees quit I'm tired of this shit... but I'll be fine tomorrow the pain hidden in marrow to be picked out by sparrows whose minds are too narrow like the shaft of an arrow
I'm a viper, I just wanna be inside her - heart, don't make it some sick twisted art it'll set me alight and tear me apart - I don't wanna bite or hit but then again a little bit of my mind is a brittle pit of insecurity and it pulls me to thee for an embrace, we're fused together at the waist I'm brainwashed, and the bubbles are the brain-waste, just don't let me waste away I've lived for so many damn days to hear you laugh to hear you say "Hey babe, I love you like pancakes"..
I'm ghosting and I'm seeing triple stumbling like a walking cripple am I really that bloodthirsty please just let me taste a little? I'm salivating lone survivor waiting and pacing my heart racing nothing but casing it's a faded trace I'm chasing and it leads to another space for four to seven several patients called Worry
I'm so sorry, I picked up the pen again don't worry if the rift's open it's not often the adrenaline makes me let 'em in I'm full of letter-sin and in vain it goes in vein to taint to tame I let it reign I let it rain but it doesn't pour it cascades down window panes then the glass shatters leaving the past in tatters should it matter if the image is nothing more than a blur
But the shards are fangs, that bite down; they're my fingers, on a typewriter..
