Broken words produced to produce lyricism
Woven a verse that induce confused cynicism
I distribute lik a comatose with tubes tied up in him
With no words spoke, but only time to listen,
Just another vision of the hits that I'm missin'
All the time wishin this addiction would kick in
Rip in and tear my whole fuckin life in two
I can't hardly bear what the fuck I've turned into
But it's good to hear I'm no worse then you.
But I can't hardly bear that I'm turning to you.

Little rhymes played out and made out to sound pitiful
A little time in the rain and I'm sane as sound cynical
how biblical my ways the way I sound original,
The way I sound subliminal in a way thats kinda pivotal,
I like to think so atleast, instead of guessin I'm not
not think I'm reprieved, but guessin I'm on top
But this fucking belief... I know that I'm not
Instead a mind abandoned just the way it should be
But I find I'm still here standin' cuz I say it could be
But fuck the verse and curse the words, obsurd and obscured
every word that you heard is nothin more then you heard
cuz just like you heard.... this shit is just words

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