| I’m so, hidden and you’re never gonna see
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| I’m cold, forgiven all because of my beliefs
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| I’m no… body that you ever wanna be
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| Cause I know that the world is afraid of me
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| Now you can try to sedate me, assassinate or just hate me
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| But there’s nothing that you can do to me lately
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| Now I’m greatly accepted in the mind so I’m confused and intertwined
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| From being rejected so many times, I wanna leave it all behind
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| So kind of you to pick up the album and give it a try for once
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| And run and tell your homies that these motherfuckers will die for us
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| So many questions, fingers pointing for answers
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| Suggesting that I’m the cancer that lingers inside the pasture
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| With green grass up to my neck, and situations that’s too fast
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| To think about and most people can’t dream about
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| A hundred million miles and every single second
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| And every time you hear this record I want you to feel me on every sentence
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| Reminisce from descendants of past treasures
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| We’ll embark on a journey that’ll stay alive forever
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| Plus I would stand over on my side of the fence
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| Regardless of the circumstances or the consequences
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| I am my own worst enemy
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| I’m not the smartest motherfucker and shit, I don’t pretend to be
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| And why I am the way I am is not a mystery
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| My mind’s not in proper working order or in therapy
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| Deranged confused and mentally abused
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| Life’s been hanging on a string so what the fuck I got to lose?
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| And what the fuck I got to prove to you?
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| If you don’t know me by now, you’ll never know me
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| You can put that on my real homies
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| I got problems and they stack like bills
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| And I relate to the broken, bleeding heart love killed
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| And I awaited in the shadows, awake in the dark
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| Hoping to talk to the passed on, I’m falling apart
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| I’m such a mess indecisive, I’m fading away
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| I’m out of touch with society and living today
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| Never relying on my sanity, I throw it away
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| To become the maniac that’s got your attention today
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| Can you keep a secret?
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| Well I’m afraid world because they want me to die
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| Can you believe it? |
| But I’m still alive…
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| And been floating since '95
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| With my chin held high but I’m so dead inside
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| Let the problems just roll and put them back into a pile
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| Because it’s just a bunch of shit that I can’t deal with right now
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| And I’m tired of always guessing and messing it up again
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| And the next day it’s even deeper and I’m steady sinking in
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| I took a look at myself and came to grips with what I found
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| It was a vision of a child, disturbed and broke down
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| No soul, no heart because I gave it away
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| No time for feeling sorry, I’ll grieve another day
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| And all those tears are stored in storm clouds
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| That hover above me and cover the ugly
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| Continued to haunt me when I was feeling low
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| That’s the same reason I hold on and never let go |