The pen and pad that assembled my life Was just a rag in an oil field I could grab any word like a knife But when I stab, I annoy you
Paralyzed, the barrel pointing at the page Asking for a chapter The perils in the careful Am I getting weak, can't I do this faster? The torrent of average little stanzas that came I ain't got a secret bitch, just make yourself a slave
There's no peace for me, I'm your medicine Can you tell me what you want That's better than? There's no end to this, I'm your Sisyphus Can you tell what you want from me That's better than this? Where's my sanctuary? Pushing up this hill is getting pretty fucking old
Showering, empowering, devouring Until I feel complete Aspiring, acquiring, conspiring Until I can defeat Summon up the beast, let him of the leash Alt, control, delete Born into the spawn Terraform Throw the ring away, go back to the shire
You're so righteous and patronizing Wave goodbye while your life's capsizing What's beyond the black hole? Where we lose all control
Vines Weaving through the slain They wanted the best in the business We're showing our age Hell of a weight on the reigns Hell of a way to the grave Hell of a favor to give what's intended And stick to the principal man
There's no peace for me, I'm your medicine Can you tell me what you want That's better than? There's no end to this, I'm your Sisyphus Can you tell what you want from me That's better than this? Where's my sanctuary? Pushing up this hill is getting pretty fucking old
I think I'm ready to get out of my cage, should I try? Who needs to rescue who? I think I'm ready to grow out of the rage, so I bathed And God made me choose It ain't nothin' but a happy meal in a cup I'm fake laughing at the crappy feel in my gut I think I'm wise when I'm wearing the guise Either close to being savvy or I'm ruining my life Am I done?
Compositor: Andrew Wells / Jonathan Mess / Matthew Mingus / Sergio Medina / William Swan