Completely out of his mind in a matter of minutes
Every foot step is by design As a matter of fact
Believe me if I could define the start from the finish
I would recline relax in my lazy boy until the machines collapse
Mechanical mechanism movement Malice in every smile
Literal Canvas splashes conducive to balance on any scale
The vanity of your religion's abuse is valid with every mile
Yet from justice you remain elusive as far as I can tell
If there were only another tobacco fix the chop sticks could pick up the pieces
Watch this broken heart dismantle to bits with an inhale
Lost in a translation twist Language is fragile as peace is
See we wish we could just flip a switch ditch normalcy and set sail
Random acts of status quo becomes your daily mathematics
Madness starts to grow with every casualty of choice
Your actions start to slow your pace declines as you become an addict
Yearning for the hope of first discovering your voice
Simultaneous laughter and sadness Circulates as Merry-go-rounds
So long since there’s been a miracle round these parts
Notice after the trailers foretell tragedy Pageantry not a sound
Dead end clock in cinemas a reel-to-reel so bleed art
It's all paint brushes, kaleidoscopes and colored pencils
A lot easier to discover stencils than to remain an original
If you can find the hope to sniff that keeps you high because your mind is dope
The gift that you’ll unfold is just the tip of what you’re called to do