Excuse Me

Critical thinking

A sea of souls selling out

But this ship is sinking

Flooded with watered down lyrics

With subliminal meanings

To wake up another day

Lord, give me a reason

Are these prayers really working

Or just triggering feelings

I vocalize my pain and they say: Isn't it genius?

I'd be considered a legend if I consistently bring it

Now is there life after death or just recall and repeat it

Or does it go pitch dark and just dissolve into pieces?

If that's the case I wonder if I departed this evening

From the top of the 47th and just fall to the cement

For the entire police quadrant and fire department to see it

Would my disembodied soul then reach its path of completion

Or just create another scene

In which to deal with these demons

Not to sound morbid, my views are just distorted and grungy

I should cry myself to sleep

On this mattress made out of money

But I'm not here to be liked, I'm not here to be nice

I'm not here for your war, I'm not here for your fight

I'm not here to be hyped, I'm not here for a price

When I bring you the truth it's not delivered polite

Gamblin' with my life you shouldn't have gave me the dice

You shouldn't have gave me the dice, dice, dice

All this misery shrouded in mystery of violent history

Chemistry

Cure for depression

No there is no remedy

Allergic to bullshit, no antihistamine

Top of the class haters graduate to enemies

Out on your ass is where they intended for you to be

Snakes in the grass, I'll cut them out, eventually

Slave to the media, you got to be kidding me

You got to be kidding me

You got to be fucking kidding me

Yeah

And we live in a state of confusion

I hear what the say on the news

They usually just laying a blueprint

Used to create a delusion

Movies to sway your conclusion

Used to delay your awakening

Steady creating illusions

Clues to mistaken the truth with

No sense debating with fools

Who put all of their faith in the skewed philosophy

With situational views

Too many saviors to choose

I stare at the face of the moon

Too much information

Too many equations

It's too complicated to prove

Stories portrayed we consume

Like thanksgiving tables of food

I'm sorry not sorry

I ain't in the mood

To dress up and play in this room

You can judge me and say that it's cruelty

I see the chains and the whip

I just don't mistake it for jewelry

Fuck out my face now, excuse me

I ain't got no patience today so excuse me