So I walk as vibrant tally's rally expressionless... directionless
Until my recklessness is chaos converted to perfection, bliss
Unless I missed, I’m sure my horde of sore ideals are concealed
The bars the shield, the bottle my salvation's patient placement
It claims incarceration, but my minds train station isn’t vacant
Isn’t sain it's... Fucked Up & sorta cakin' statements on the pavement
Placin' the blame it's, just my excuse to abuse, recycle an reuse
I'm tired of cycled rue's looped an queued to be mortal wounds
Informal clues, but I never caught em', see?
I was doctored up and flavored till the favored never missed me
Trenched an flimsy, I think this drink's been holdin' on to long
Been bowlin' wrong so now my scores to low to fold a pawn
Control'd but gone... the hateful lover's iron gauntlet closed
I chose to fight back but just never yurned so I never rose
It's clever but who know's just how this will turn out later?
I do. Cos' I’m being held at gunpoint. "Yo Bartender, waiter?"