p-teK rhymes with reject and p-teK rhymes with respect and i get both so i don't need this shit i get play but i don't keep it i'm tweetin' out the tweeters went from "he's alright" to "jesus christ could we supply this freak a mic?" sheeeit so keep those eyelids peeled and don't be surprised when i leap and dive in and a million fishes swim out like some freakin' brine shrimp sea monkeys lookin' for free lunchies they're hooked by the hook and hopefully'll give me money flashback to my past when i was just a geek starting chef boyardee around my mouth after eating ravioli my first school, my second school elementary darling -- throw a weird new kid in the fray and watch him get beat bloody then watch him learn how you work he hurt, but he studied you heard me? i herd you you're beef and he's hungry fuck it he's starving... i'm never going home again the road stretches out ahead and i'm gone i'm never goin' home again and this is just the beginning of my song i'm never goin' home again but when i get to where i'm goin' i'll send a postcard i'm never goin' home again so so long i'm up and on lonely road is travelled by the lone wolf cut the babblin' go for broke or go home we ain't battlin' madeline went from too aggressive to not hood enough from lettin' it pass to "no! it's just not good enough!" from the puttin' up with shit in junior high cut the bullshit you decide what would you do? i double dare you figure it out stupid wild and crazy kids but this ain't nick already got my guts so let the show begin i was alone and i didn't know anything at all but i followed my hopes so if anything at all just know i'd do anything at all for the moment i first felt this shit begin to call me i was falling now i know i should let go but i don't even remember what i had to let go i'm too high up on the ladder now to ever let go heck no and i just wanted to say that i'll miss you all so much but i've got to go this is the life i'm never going home again the road stretches out ahead and i'm gone i'm never goin' home again and this is just the beginning of my song i'm never goin' home again but when i get to where i'm goin' i'll send a postcard i'm never goin' home again so so long i'm up and on never let anyone tell you you don't deserve what you want in this world that's fuckin' absurd strip the suit ditch the loot and just run this is the truth and it's fun hey no one's business-proof but a little looseness never did a bit any sickness to this one! you risk it you play it you make a lot of mistakes or work a job and complain but i'm not gonna take it! watch me be great.

FELIX THUNDER: loddie doddie the rhymes are like a shotty automatically spittin' that shit to get the party jumpin' pumpin' like a work out the trunk torpedo flows'll get your battleship sunk puttin' the stank on it like los angeles skunk test your luck if you thinkin' you can handle this punk go 'head catchin' lumps while i'm pitchin' this these three strikes i do the psycho boy please it's the picture perfect verses in the framework makin' y'all knuckles feel the pain's just a perk yes, the steve urkel man i did that i'ma tell you how your girl is when i get back jk lol have that coke and a smile i'm just big dick ballin' and i'm pokin' your style it's that psychotropic dopeness in the opus no hocus pocus, your boy's just focused, ah P-TEK: focused? they called me an egghead but now my brain's on drugs -- fried scrambled and hard boiled like an asian gunfight flick you punch I kick bonzai! i could hit a fleck of dust off a bug's eyelid bug-eyed and mindless i'll fuck you up right quick aw man just the luck i get tryin' to justify my thug to some uptight prick aw whacha want a punchline bitch? i'ma fly ya to the ma'fuckin' isle of cyprus "i don't know karate but i know kar-azay" brand spankin new and makin hits is easy keepin' it phatter than bacon bits and cream cheese jeez louise we shakin' shit for sheezy you wanna be fly? here comes the bee sting we uma you the ishii we gut you cut to: live on deck Felix Thunder and p-teK keep the gears hittin' switchin' we spittin for life live on deck Felix Thunder and p-teK we gon' be there in a minute it's just a mic check keep the gears hittin' switchin' we spittin' for life we'll gon' be there in a minute it's just a mic FELIX THUNDER: check the bomb collabo' lettin' off a salvo iron man and war machine word to john favreau i pick the vocals out as if they had an afro make my activator with a wire through your asshole we camp lazlo on beats like this dumb stupid animation when we spit that gift two gifts that spit that's us in a nutshell couple nuts shellin' out the hits like a pump hell fire and brimstone you wonder where we been known we masterin' these classics while you sweatin' out a ringtone homes i'm gonna go chris brown when i bring it beat your face up with my buick smash your window and sing it like deuces to wack rappers and producers and give these haters every drop of my creative juices but all jokes aside respect to p-teK hip-hop 'til we're deaf or death or mic checks P-TEK: i'm somewhere between nicki minaj and dessa or prince and nas mos def-initely a lotta pressure and mr. kanye west this album's got it's guests already but don't stress i'll getcha on the next one etcetra etcetra you're gonna have to pause the records at the shop cuz we just bought out the hip-hop section you're like ross from friends was a sitcom that just got moved to Fox -- aww, cancelled now it's safe to say we murdered this track cut it into little pieces put the words in a black plastic trash bag it's underneath the dirt in nevada and orange you glad I didn't say banana?! or say this shit is b-a-n-a-n-a anyway i'm makin' ya half-buzzed takin' it back because this radio rap sucks y'all are my dawgs so roll over beethoven i'm the baller make ya wait til I throw it woof!

kill me kill me kill me kill me cuz i don't wanna sit through this anymore kill me kill me kill me kill me cuz I don't wanna live through this anymore you know it ain't nothin but a lil bit of that and a little bit of this mix it in the vat and ya get a lil bitty rabbit ya pull it out the hat and they pay you all the cash that you ask you turnpike magicians with so much pity i learnt my position and i've known my enemies and you are no such nemesis i still owe you recompense (and your flow's still second-best) better get some oxypads for those blemishes do not be mad I'm better than you I'm inevitable and bull-headed enough to pull it off better off dead meta-philosophical medical school level prepped for your head cuz the professor don't fuck around when it comes to adrenaline the pressure builds up and bam! son of the son of sam so when it's summer sam go to the middle of the suburbs and pump this like your fucking jam just entered incredible mode step on those toes let me in i'm ready to blow like B.I.G. was ready to die this helicopflow is ready to fly lunch is over i am done with my humble pie motherfuckers try to hunch you over punk you so you're undermined come up from right up under you smother you with a bunch of lies designed to crush your spine fuck it go doubletime so guess...who? i'm the best...new friend ya never made too late you hated on me through grades k through 12 make yourself scarce cuz I'm comin' outta my shell screaming "turtle power" 'til the drum's scared call me donatello cuz i'm a renaissance man i keep the microphone held in my honest hand these cuts are flawless gemstones in my hourglass and when all the sand gets to the bottom paint it all black awwww...i'm the brain machine awwww...come play with me awwww...i'm the brain machine awwww...come play with me see i won't rest 'til i got my own wind machine and my own fog machine this is not a dream i am about to cause a scene floss my teeth with my dirty laundry pawn my tv for a bong and a wii "how you gonna play it?" you ain't the boss of me! steal cheerleaders from the varsity! i'ma run for mayor so i can downsize the cops rappers want pussy but i think outside the box wanna make hits not kids yeah someday i'll find a nice lady and that'll be it 'til then y'all can stay off my dick cuz i got some bombs to get dropped off at the box office quick well that is unless you're awful awesome as shit then we can take a long walk with a bottle of Jim down a bottomless pit oh i know there i go again with another qualifier fuck all i'm a ball of fire like dhalsim from street fighter 2 i stretch so best retire dudes I'll pay the checks on the pension if you promise to leave writing oooooh...i'm the brain machine awwww...come play with me awwww...i'm the brain machine awwww...come play with me come play with me baby i need a playmate.

DESSA: you can carry a torch, or you can bury the hatchet but love is less a game and more like playing with matches. good looks and bad habits they run like jack rabbits old flames they flare back again proving that old adage burn me once, burn me twice then come back over with roses in one hand, one hand still on ice. guess our history’s a skipping disc it scratches, catches, then repeats but i’m bound to make that needle jump, this cut’s been played to pieces got a plan, got a steel nerve got a pretty steady hand and i heard little trouble with a man, better dead it while you can if he wants it let him have that last word. all i need is steel, and flint, some luck and a dark night, all they’ll see and hear is click, then whoosh, then a bright light light in the water heat in the darkness the neighborhood kids wanna know how it started they ask if i know what it is and i certainly do it's a bridge and it's burning for you P-TEK: remember way back? back when the porchlight worked? back when the torch I burned was wrapped in the clothes I'd worn and lit with a fortnight worth of broke lighters (yeah?) and of course I would've more than liked to make it work but then that lightbulb papped its final flash and I was burnt remember we picked a new bulb up but couldn't get the fixture open? now here's to hopin' most sincerely that it isn't broken it is? well here's a token to the little moments stick to the plan and live with abandon keep on building a bridge to nowhere your scent is on my shirt again it's a perverse encouragement a fertile blend of herbal essences the hem of your skirt I guess just never'll let me rest inconsiderate urges intimate burdens better I burn my house down than risk the insurance better I kill this cricket just in case he's my conscience better I burn this bridge before you can make me cross it we fire walked together on again off again promise next time you see a spark in the darkness you'll think of your moth and often DESSA: light in the water heat in the darkness the neighborhood kids wanna know how it started they ask if i know what it is and i certainly do it's a bridge and it's burning for you P-TEK: i knew a girl once i was crazy about this girl was lazy and maybe fading i made her do all the work oh baby i was a baby and lately i've been a jerk been breakin' these hearts so daily it feels like goin' to work and i'm facin' the disdain for the changes that i've endured oh maybe i shoulda stayed and then maybe it woulda worked but i'm grateful for all the pain and i'm grateful for all the hurt i'm just sorry if i complained and i'm sorry i made it worse and I'm sorry I made you be the one to make it burn wait your turn the thing with bridges is they burn.

late one night i held my knife to my chest for five minutes i laid in bed just one light press... it'd be nice to get some rest but the phone won't stop ringing fuckin' social butterflies want me to go to some thing and i just wanna disappear cuz they can't offer me anything your attempts at comfort just piss me off more than anything cuz you want something from me in return and i don't have it i can't help that you seem to have formed this connection with adam adam's not home he took the cash and he ran i'm sure he's happy wherever he is he practically danced out of my body like a demon my name is hollow shell would you like to test my limits of tolerance now or are you still too enamored to have some common sense? i attempt to stand up and get off the bed and drop the shiv this is just fucking nuts. Have one rational thought you dumbass don't fucking cut your way out of the situation. what a selfish stupid impulse cowardly courage that won't come hell is too suspenseful ...or not suspenseful enough predictable so much i know how it ends from the front i discovered at a young age that this was the curse but it never got better in fact it's been getting much worse it's cuz i'm clever and don't confuse that for arrogance that's a goddamn fact and i only use it for self-defense actually i am arrogant but don't confuse that for merriment hating the person i've become is just so good for your stereos it's catchier when it's sad, right? so you can identify with how i feel in the tunnel i'll be your flashlight aw, maybe i just need to get fucked need a cunt, oh... "that's gonna make people uncomfortable" the word cunt? well... how about pussy when i use it to describe you? you pussy scared of language how the fuck else can i fight dude?! i'm not tough and i don't own a gun and while we're on the subject, who in the fuck wants a gun?! the most powerful weapon that any pussy can shoot i guess it makes you feel safe knowing the playing field's been leveled for you no skill is required to perform these basic tasks and you're NOT pissed off? how fuckin' crazy is that? half of me desperately wants to see the good in people and the other half is laughing hysterically at how this world is see-through i'm dying to hold on to my humanity for real i don't want to be the villain here i can't stand to be and i hear that some men just wanna watch the world burn and i'm afraid i'm one of them but no i don't like violence i'm just not surprised by it so i guess i'm just frustrated when people don't see what's in front of them i need to run real quick. i was running across the lawn and i saw someone waving from across the pond said to myself it's just in my head but i had to go back and see it again it's like no matter how i try i can't leave it alone cuz i'm sure someday they're gonna need me i know so i keep on looking just running in place should i go or should i stay? okay i'm back i just feel like my rant was getting too unfocused so let me rope it in and try to hold it closer been holdin' on so long i'm getting ropeburns i screamed for help for awhile but then my throat hurt use the word "loner" because it helps to justify it and writing this i'm nervous someone's gonna fuckin' try to untie it i won't subscribe to that diet stop tryin' to make me healthier i don't need your concern you can have your high moral fiber i'm gonna eat my desert i'll have taco bell with chocolate milk yeah throw in some greens and herbs it's called balance which you have none of but i practice every moment so good luck catchin yourself when I kick your pedestal over and I'm tired of gettin shit for kickin' shit over this is my rant for anyone who sees a mirror in my photo this is a snapshot of a rash moment snapped for no reason, i'll be the mascot for the bad thoughts you'd rather deleted. i'm fully aware that the world is falling to pieces all i ever wanted was a girl to share the grief with to stand with me by my side and watch it burn but she's gotta be incredibly smart and hot in turn is that shallow? wow, i thought it was deep but if we're in the circle of trust it'd be a goddamn relief i want a smart blonde to give me carte blanche with my hard-ons and afterwards we could argue about art and so on is that so wrong? oh god maybe i'm better off as i am maybe a belle to the beast would end up crushed in my hands i just need something to break before i do i just need someone to say that everything'll be fine dude okay...attempt at focus this is just a single photo now onto slide 2. keep the projector on!

Lord, I must be strong now, I don't belong now in this world anymore. I'll say a final prayer for those I care for who've kept my company. My destiny is clear, I'm dying to have you near to me Lord, I don't belong now, If you are waiting, I'm not afraid to die.

your eyes say they're gonna kill, kill, kill me your 45 is gonna kiss, kiss, kiss me i'm puttin' on my lipstick all nice and pretty i'll pick you up at 9 so boy be ready alright... step one: eyefucks, dry humps see each other at a club and go "oh hi um" she's got a nice butt yeah junior high stuff step two: put your left shoe on the right cut dance real slow don't turn the lights up step three: is it just me or is this nice hon? step four: red or white step five: spend the night step six: freak out leave after breakfast i think something is wrong with me mousetrap but when i catch it i want it to leave i can't stop myself from obsessing and that makes these chases obsolete like i got her in my sights but never shot the skeet 'scuze me don't mean to be rude talk is cheap but this one might get my heart to beat whaddya mean this is how it always starts with me? i saw her yelling at me in slow motion in the future and i turned to run but then she grabbed me by the shoulder and said your eyes say they're gonna kill, kill, kill me your 45 is gonna kiss, kiss, kiss me i'm puttin' on my lipstick all nice and pretty i'll pick you up at 9 so boy be ready alright okay i been derelict in my duties to share some spit with a cutie or two a paralytic consuming nuisance and yet i'm a fool i'm a stupid fool yeah i'm a dog and i drool try it to play it cool but too much pop music got me all stupid well call me thick but it's ballroom blitz no poker face, i throw in all my chips let's talk about sex like salt and pepa cuz i clean up nice but i dirty down better here's some free advice let her dance for awhile before you go get her she really got that joie de vivre lookin' at her move I can hardly breathe not a thing missin' ain't no cheap trickin' and didn't I didn't I didn't I miss it she said i'm right outside i'm waiting on the porch (porch) i made a run like i was breaking for the door (door) she waved and disappeared while i waited sitting here because i've tasted blood and i want more (more more more) my god what are you doing to me?! now i'm up all night putting moves on the sheets and i realize that i've been stupid but baby please you were the little red corvette for me now i've lost my drive and i've lost my mind you have no idea what a mess you leave and eventually you'll regret this! please don't leave i take it all back just sing! your eyes say they're gonna kill, kill, kill me your 45 is gonna kiss, kiss, kiss me i'm puttin' on my lipstick all nice and pretty i'll pick you up at 9 so boy be ready you got secrets they all told, told, told me when your clip is empty you can hold, hold, hold me and i'm puttin' on my lipstick so boy be ready true romance is never nice and pretty.

i am riddled with scars from the women i've loved so don't belittle my starship when i'm sittin' above this one's from barcelona when we kissed in the pub this one, my car was towed when we were still gettin' up this one -- oh shit i am buzzed i'm in trouble and then some you gave me drinks and got me talkin' now which one of you switched my cup with a finished one? and when will that goddamn blizzard come? cuz i'm a wizard with women a wit and charm and innocence leads to mixes and lyrics about you slick gimmicks nothing mixes with vinegar i feel vicious and sick about how i made you numb when it eventually ended or how i made you come when my business was in you innocent victims sometimes i just wanna listen to scissor sisters women are beautiful i'm affixed on this image but the image i remember is just too thick to reminisce without some wincin' up now quit the tensin' up and get the trenches dug all's fair in you know so you go where the tension's fun and i am more than happy to play along and be the desperate one you say the best is yet to come along the spectrum of lights at the end of tunnels a perspective set to sun i'm...sorry but i am not much for the pendulum i don't swing with the tide i just stay still and let it come let it wash away the dust and if i try hard i might talk away the lust gimme another drink i'm onto something cuz i want my perfect ten. yeah i want the world again. and it's not all that hard once you get used to it really not that hard once you get used to it it's not hard but sometimes i forget what time to get up for the paper route and mama says i gotta pay my dues before i play with you once we were young in love so much -- i woulda stayed with you we were young and broke, could barely pay for food once we snuck off at a party to make some moves so "wake up maggie i think i got somethin' to say to you" love never gives what it takes and mistakes are scars keep makin' mistakes when playing God i kept my words smooth and kept my face hard but i will warn you this right from the start i will try to sound like the good guy when i break your heart stop.

since jesus and judas caesar and brutus now it's down to me and you we get to see who is who bitch the meaningless movements of flies feeding off sewage that sinking feeling of losing the looseness... we used to be two peas in a pod the beast and the beauty the reason and rhyme the feast and the food the need and the want now the teamwork is gone for petty reasons forgot we both dropped the ball so please realize i never meant to beef with you dawg we were a squad didn't know where we were going but at least we were tryin' i mean at least we were on our way to something better than wondering if this meathead shit would eat us alive how did i become a split personality? i used to murder cyphers now it's me battlin' me how could they take you seriously? i mean...seriously. how did i turn against me in the night? i used to love that burnin' nervousness you'd see in their eyes after they heard you spit for the first time oh yeah you always remember the first time i'm feelin' so nauseated what if none of us artists make it? hearts a'breakin' the hardest part is often that someone in charge will pause your playlist stay quick on the draw and arrangements don't wanna be bought in a bargain basement hip-hop is my God and Satan heart, till the fall, omega still i'm constantly trying to one-up myself i got more insecurities than a busted jail and they're all breakin' loose like hell what can i say or do to make bail? i obsess over my setlist every time i give or send it pretend to be record executives take their perspective is it too dense or too pensive? too empty of set objective? endlessly stressin' ain't progressive just makes me reckless but why should i even worry? fuck those other guys i know i'm good as shit at this they never even fucking tried but i'm getting older and older and i gotta get paid for this otherwise i'll end up working retail 'til i'm 86 aw shit... how did i become a split personality? i used to murder cyphers now it's me battlin' me how could they take you seriously? i mean...seriously. how did i turn against me in the night? i used to love that certain nervousness you'd see in their eyes after they heard you spit for the first time oh God you always remember the first time i tell myself that i'm young there's so many years ahead and one day i'll be the man that i want to be but i'm not sure when that'll come so i work as hard as i can just promise me this don't let me die don't let me fade away way to go buddy keep your (tell myself that I'm) angry soul running from the (so many years ah-) brink of bowhunting i just think it's so funny so I keep the storm coming 'til (i want to be) i finally run out of thunderbolts and as far you're concerned i'm untouchable i'm the only one who gets to do any damage to my one and own so fuck you both have fun alone one of us has got to go so that i don't one of us has got to go so that i don't one of us has got to go so that i don't fade away

question one: when does love cease to be enough? when you're beaten up and seein' double in the fetal position kickin' screamin' like a three-week-old speakin' up got you bleedin' but believe me you're on the verge of seein' somethin' none of us has ever seen before and will never see again quit eatin' what they feedin' us put down your spoon and grab a knife instead matta' fact go grab your nicest pen he without vice can be the first to slice my neck and so I pulled out my flaming sword but it was just a cold war (oh lord) so I pulled out my flaming sword but it was just a cold war (oh lord) no shots fired -- imaginary enemies on the battleground nobody to shoot at just shadows now oh the power of imagination the cap-gun cowboys and calvaries went down for the count a tragedy and it's all for dramatic effect to outline all the themes of the passage we read an emotional reaction a lapse in the laughtrack tune in next saturday for dramatic reenactment and stack the bank with impossible wealth when they say action i swear these models'll melt they got the lights too bright i mean it's hotter than hell i fight their order with KOS: knowledge of self and so I pulled out my flaming sword but it was just a cold war (oh lord) so I pulled out my flaming sword but it was just a cold war (oh lord) but I guess that it's written there's no rest for the wicked resurrected pencils no three sevens in my hizz-ead but i'll triple my business at blackjack so lemme tell spit you a tale sit back relax (get down to brass tacks) once upon a time there was an innocent boy he was gifted with the power to enter the void and bring back fantasies from the human mind he would entertain your dreams long as you had time he was true and kind and through him much truth was given to the blind much room was given through the light room for all to be inside and find who they were through his ever-moving eyes but then came along an old old man with a long silver cane in his cold gold hands he was no storyteller but he made a great case that fear and love both come from the same place he copied off the boy and he kept a straight face and used people's hopes for p-p-paydays we're all actors in a claymation so when you mold yourself don't forget you don't have to use the same clay

they talked shit I ain't give it though no cuz they can't stop my stride cuz my real friends really know this is when i feel most alive so shhh shiskabob while i put my grill to the mic if you really don't mind i'm just killin' some time with some venom I thought to write can't turn my mind off the second that I wind down turn the lights off been livin' this way for an awful long time now since I was yay high i've hated nighttime they said "go to the doctor get some anxiety pills" i said i don't have health insurance and i'm savin' what money I do have up to put this album out, stupid so enough with the self-improvement too many things on my to-do list too many rings to rule the ghouls and too many singers that aren't in tune yet too bad since return of the boom bap i blew past kids in every school's classroom bastard wouldn't work in a group too slow cuz i already knew what i had to do if i am anything in this world i'm honest and if nothing else these words are toxic to obnoxious little followers bloggin' about their first world problems grow up whiners i'm a self-centered asshole whiteboy ya don't see me cryin! cuz i'm brave enough to admit it i knew exactly what made me different didn't have to pick and choose from a list of moves just got on the dance floor and hit it half of these bitches don't have it within them to go as manic as i get when i hear samlive say "sic 'em" what's that saying bout standin the kitchen? (leave) whatcha saying when i'm snappin the picture? (cheese) i see ya working on crafting an image oh you're crafty but i ain't seen any actual energy all game no heart all play no smarts since when don't artists create no art?! so go ahead kid, and rap for the riches top cat don't rap for the kittens and when you hear "who stole the soul" and the irony hits i'll get another masterpiece written dig it. they thought they knew me cuz they saw my insides but all they really knew was that i looked tired they thought i grew because i stood a bit higher but it's an illusion -- i'm hoisted up by these wires i'm flying on stage and i'm crawling on land i'm buying my way with pockets of grandiose posturing and i'm buying my verses with pockets full of punchlines like an old lady counting out change at the store to get a persona (so what?) networking? i'm terrible at it i thought this game was meritocratic well apparently that isn't all that's it's cracked up to be and the fact is that we ain't in a fairy tale adam you've been very romantic and it's been cute but the fact is you've lost something very important on the path to becoming a character actor... but I lived before I talked shit didn't try to copy shock jocks to walk in (if i am anything in this world i'm honest) so fuck shocking been done, they got it rather take a harder path and actually mark this territory with up some smart shit and stay true to me but how to market myself as a new rapper if I'm not retarded? (to the TARDIS!) i'll appeal to your sense of "do what's right" scrap it up on every track like do or die meiko kaji's been so quiet but she's about to duke and dice bring out the katana blade prove the style when the scorpion stings in the right place at the right time hard to deny stars are aligned i'll be me you be you aight?!

a supernova cracks in half and a man stands back with a backwards laugh where the chips fall pass to past make new ones go grab the maps see i wanna bathe in the eclipse for awhile as the sun dies i will sit with a smile there's no point in simple denial this isn't wizardry, this is a big relief smile! like the camera's on your face for the last photo ever taken of you this is when we see the grass turn red this is when we get to face the truth either that or we realize we've been colorblind the whole time but don't mind this is when we get to stand innocent with our jaws open wide just sighin' oh! what a miracle! oh! what a miracle! oh! what a miracle! oh! oh! what a miracle! oh! what a miracle! oh! what a miracle! oh! oh! what a miracle when the merry-go-round goes and it's spinnin' you merrily you go round 'til the sound stops and you drop to the bottom with a rock and a parachute a man borne of woman a woman borne of man and they dance understanding no movement except where to put their hands and they scratch at the surface of each other 'til they both bleed marks of the past to scar and to last so someday they can look back with need and be so grateful for all the heartbreak cuz in no uncertain terms they were alive in those gone days they were unafraid of the dirt and worms standin' dirty and disheveled with virginity in shambles burn the house down get the curtains with the candles love me turn us into vandals thank you so much for the doors that i can't close oh! what a miracle! oh! what a miracle! oh! what a miracle! oh! oh! what a miracle! oh! what a miracle! oh! what a miracle! oh! oh! what a miracle when the merry-go-round goes and it's spinnin' you merrily you go round 'til the sound stops and you drop to the bottom with a rock and a parachute oh! what a miracle! oh! what a miracle! oh! what a miracle! oh! oh! what a miracle! oh! what a miracle! oh! what a miracle! oh! oh! what a miracle when the merry-go-round goes and it's spinnin' you merrily you go round 'til you walk off and you're not what you thought you're a wasp on the marigolds whoa... i just walked away and i found what i was looking for all the time that i was staying wow... now it just feels commonplace i used to hate what i saw now i love it with distaste it's the feeling of regret that you're never gonna shake it's the worry that your best belongs to another day and that's okay it's great it's a little bit of stress, it's a bigger bit of shame it's an intimacy test where you never get a grade but when you're depressed then at least you know your place but i don't know how to run no i don't know how to run i don't know how to don't know how to run away so now i sound like a hermit hiding underground with a sermon for the brown cows and the vermin plow through the words with a permanent nervousness learned from the crowds since i first hit because there ain't no answer and that's the only one thing of which i am sure but that's a comfort to me and i can't learn how to separate myself from the terror but god damn am i happy that i found that can't imagine myself anywhere but on track like a drowned rat i was thirsty and stupid and may have had too much but shit i hit the ground fast and made a loud splash now who the hell am i to wish i hadn't done that? i fucked up and i dealt with it i'll last i could just weep but it's not sad... i'm just a wolf who got lost in a dogpack and called and no one called back but if all of us just want that then it's okay and maybe i can almost relax but the fact remains that i would give it all back for nothing let the sun bleed i'll come running those two halves (two halves) still make one (one) piece