[Intro]
A lot of people keep asking me if I'm going to apply myself when I go back to school next September
It's such a stupid question
I mean, how do you know what you're going to do until you do it?
The answer is, you don't
I swear it's a stupid question

[Verse 1: Ghosta Rhack]
Hello, Jonathan, hey, are you listening?
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Sorry, the repetition’s just not too interesting
What were you saying? Am I ready to go back swinging?
I know I'm supposed to but I guess that’s unconvincing
See, I took a year off to do some self reflection
But what were you expecting? Some kind of resurrection?
Or for me to achieve perfection at the end of the corridor?
Naw, nothing ever changes, except, everything does, sorta
Or maybe the pieces just rearrange their order
And spread into our heads like a contagious disorder
And they say you're almost there, if you just keep on treading water
But we're all being led along like lambs to the slaughter
So be brutally honest, Doc, and shoot from the hip
Am I off my rocker? Am I just losing my grip?
Or am I ill-equipped to function? My ticket’s not round trip
But here we are right where we started like a Möbius strip
[Bridge]
Memory plays tricks on you with age
After all these years, I don't even know what's real anymore

[Verse 2: Prairie Dogg]
Alright, nice delivery, but you're being melodramatic
Don't be so jittery, you're acting like an addict
It's only natural that you feel so afraid
But you're being irrational in your avoidance of change
You want things to be tractable and easily explained
But it's impractical to give up just cause things aren't arranged
You have these expectations so deeply ingrained
Things either work out perfect or you think you're insane
At the slightest delay, you break down and run away
You get off the train and out of the game
And I know that you can see you're only holding yourself back
You could really succeed if you could only just melt that attitude of yours
And buck up

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Ghosta Rhack]
Right, I’ve heard all of the rules before, and ok, I guess I will
Take another stab at school, so call me Alex Hrbial
But the fact remains that you’re all still in denial
And I’m trying to refrain from judgment but I’m calling a mistrial
Cause you’re involuntarily burying a slew of suicidal tendencies
Idly biding your time until you can't stand to be alive, and the
Only consolation, you can’t wait for, it’s the sweet embrace of death you need
But you can't say it, like inpatients of tonsillectomies
Wait a second, this situation needs a bit of levity
Or redirection. Do I even understand what I believe?
Memory dredging, identity questioning
I try to hide behind some kind of guise of self-consistency
I’m not the same as I was at other times in history
I don’t mean to sound pretentious, I’m not talking solipsistically
I just mean that the future doesn’t seem so black and white to me
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Nurse, we’ve got ourselves a basket case to put it mildly