| Someone told me to believe in myself, but I needed
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| A reason, because I couldn’t see for myself
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| So I teach myself and increase my skills
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| And I’ll believe when I see results
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| If at first you don’t succeed, go home and smoke some weed
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| Watch some TV shows and go to sleep
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| But don’t forget to include yourself when you’re counting sheep
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| Life is but a dream for those who float gently down the stream
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| Wow, that sounds sweet, but to be precise
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| I’d rather inhabit reality and bring my dreams to life
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| Even when it seems unlikely, I’m the type to keep fighting
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| Just to be feisty, ‘cause there’s so many factors
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| That can hold back the progress of a solo act
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| With practically no stature, so go ahead and throw it at me
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| I know exactly where I’m going, and it’s nowhere fast
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| Although perhaps it’s somewhere spectacular gradually
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| That’s my only rationale for rolling proactively
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| So I’m actually happier with the speed of a tortoise
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| ‘Cause if I was growing massively by the moment, I wouldn’t have
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| The freedom to focus on my vocab and sculpt a masterpiece
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| Someone told me to believe in myself, but I needed
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| A reason, because I couldn’t see for myself
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| So I teach myself and increase my skills
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| And I’ll believe when I see results
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| My faith is unshakable; |
| even when the indicators
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| Of immanent failure are unmistakable
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| I’m simply incapable of letting my faith go
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| Some say I won’t make it, but what the hell do they know?
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| I’m so dedicated that no one can take control
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| Of my fate, so even when I’m in the danger zone
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| I still feel like I’m safe at home, so I’m always protected
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| All perspectives that contradict mine are strongly rejected
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| I’m like a fundamentalist contemplating the fossil record
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| Explaining Intelligent Design to a biology professor
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| I understand my faith well enough not to question it
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| For a starving artist that’s just a prerequisite
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| ‘Cause I can see direct evidence with my own eyes
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| That says my chance of success is like throwing dice
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| And getting consecutive snake eyes forty times
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| That’s why the only truth I accept is the one I know inside
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| Someone told me to believe in myself, but I needed
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| A reason, because I couldn’t see for myself
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| So I teach myself and increase my skills
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| And I’ll believe when I see results
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| With an eye to the future and a fist to the wheel
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| And a gun to the head and the man in the mirror
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| And the visions you see is the molding you made
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| And the prisons you feel are as sharp as a blade
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| Got a knife to the throat of those that’re paid
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| Just wandering the streets just looking for shade
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| You’ve never done an honest day’s work and it shows
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| You got shit in your smile and a shine in your clothes
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| Bloated and fat and coated in wasted tattoos
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| You’re day old news lies as flat as your shoes
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| Dreams are torn shattered born battered and bruised
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| Shorn from the sheep all matted and used
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| You glimmer and glitter and tease
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| Get a glimpse of the truth and still do as you please
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| With your shiny suits your polished nails
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| Your cheating heart your eyes all malice and blackmail
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| Your violent breath and your soapbox stare
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| Your cold thin grin and your hopeless soul
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| And your clothes that smell of mothballs always old
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| Hot don’t stick to cold oh so thin hold
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| On the thin line between the incline and decline
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| Long way down drop in to free fall
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| Your sins unraveling hands that won’t stand
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| And be counted hammer hits down goes the gavel
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| Someone told me to believe in myself, but I needed
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| A reason, because I couldn’t see for myself
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| So I teach myself and increase my skills
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| And I’ll believe when I see results
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