Chorus (Aesop Rock):
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.

Verse (Entalect):
-On occasion- I'm -calm 'n' waitin'- for my -god to cave in- and -brawl my satan-
-Comtiplatin'-, -draw his face and- have the pleasure -of erasin'-

Buy my -alcoholics- and -profolactics-, stockin' up for covert-tactics,
Trudgin', state of mind is -over rapid-, -over active-, -cold and drastic-, -throw it back it's-
-Rippin' through my seams-, you wouldn't know about -trippin' over your fallen dreams-
You could get in heaven, you do have -one of the keys-, it's in one of your pockets,
How many do you have? -About fifteen.-

One chance to -reach in, good luck-. Anxious to bite in like a child -teething, good luck-
-Mechivious-, -Tedious-, -Speedy rushed- dicisions with no -reasons, good luck-.
Not takin shit blown down my throat, neither am I gonna -suck up-.

Finely tuned my mind, thoughts are -calm and crystal-
Sittin' in an -all night writin' vigil-, -Recitin' all the writings is simple-
Only -part- thats -hard- is keepin my saliva up to -par-
So I sip on my liquid from the -bar- while I -carve- to -wet my whistle-

God gives a -certain- -brain impulses- to figure how to -converge them-
Now why he gave it to this -insane 'some kid'- is -somthin- to -this day I've wondered-
Wondered how I could I -invade the race of hundreds-
With melodic words -unassisted-, -lives with- and -funded- by these -punned quips-.

Only way you could -impare me- is to -bare me- the -care free- -life-
Standing on floor one with no where to go cause of the -broken stairy flights-
Life's much -more than- your -endo- and -throwin' varied dice-
Living's a -burden- if not -certain- for -learning- and -earnin'-
Hit me with what you got, -life- all I ask is for you to -prepare me, Strife-

Chorus (Aesop Rock):
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.