Eyedea
Face Forward
[Verse 1: Crescent Moon]
Blue slowly gurgles purple then purples turn to red
My throat is an inferno, and a whirlpool is my head
I can hardly catch my breath, get my ass some rest, any last request?
I ask a jest I’m like yeah cash my check
Put all my shit on four track, record my last cassette
About to die soon in a typhoon of unmasked flesh
Open wounds, oh who was I kidding?
Death ain’t even a thought in a bubble
I’m just caught in a blood filled puddle
Drowned and puzzled, troubled sound subtle
Apprehension surrounded well or come from the fountain
I taste iron, feel coagulation
I see you’re crying, the smell is almost fragrant
Aching ears from hearing it ooze through me
It makes my tears even somewhat soothing
Mommy I don’t want to go to the circus, I heard the crowd’s right there
But I might scare myself to go, just so I can have nightmares
Peaceful sleep is quite rare wake up in a puddle of sweat
Curl up in my bed, try to calm down, and struggle to rest
There’s only a few things in the universe that scare my dick limp
Silver fish, ???, relationship, commitment
I remember bringing metal detectors to the sea shore
Mom thought I was hunting for treasure, naw, I was scanning for C4
Looking under the toilet seat before I could take a good shit
Checking for your rolled up hidden cameras, wood ticks
I know I’m a good kid, what, I just watched Fright Night
Now I’ma need a night light, the bed bugs might bite
To scared to watch Freddy sequels even if it’s the forty fifth
I’d rather haven an orgy with scorpions and Porky Pig
It will be a glorious morning when I can see her brave belt
Realize there’s nothing to fear, but fear itself
[Hook: Advisor]
Face, face, forward, forward
Stand, stand, torture, torture

[Verse 2: Eyedea]
As an individual I became the systems target
Now I close my eyes and dream of a Governor's pardon
I don't want to die, they lied when they said women will target
I hope they crowd clouds in my carcass
Sometimes you got to lose your head to find out where your heart is
Twenty three years since me and freedom departed
We tolerate them methodically cultural cleansing
By the imperials promoting holocaust and spiritual carnage
The cat that pulled the lever considers himself an artist
I can't blame my group or department or even the Sargent
Six hours six minutes and six seconds until my last meal
The disintegration of my distance already started
Beads of sweat evolve from my head as my hands tremble
My cheeks have become a creek from the water of my windows
And I'm not telling you this cause I think your gonna care
I'm saying it for the simple fact that I'm scared

[Hook: All]
Face forward, stand tortured
You can never get to close to the darkness