You wanna write some songs about me? I′ll do the same

Never afraid to step out this shell and set the stage

I have and will continue busking and to beg for changeCause I didn't get twitter fame off the backs of others

Now those facts are covered by choirs of chanting therapy bills

That have yet to be paid, streaming illnesses away

Now I write this as my knees bend and my teeth grit

To you it was a keepsake

That necklace didn′t mean shit

So here I am, locked inside the memories

Plotting on a Jezebel

Fucking all my enemies

Fishing for a vixen with addictions: desert ketamine

I make a mess of everything

Get up to bat, and still I swing

Missing social queues like prince Akeem

Was raised by rumbling thunder

And now my shits lighting

The days are bleeding together, check my eyelids for holes

The walls are fiending for feeding, seems my meat has been sold

I watch the creep of the weather, the wind it howls for my soul

To fall completely forever, at this point; not opposed

I need a reason for leaving, stuck at a fork in the road

For every inch I have given, miles of rope out my door

Now the sound of the horde approaches

The pound of their drums

This endless cloud over my endorphins

A ritual sprung

The fencing style that I've adopted

A penchant for words

You want to try and say its awful?

You wouldn't be the first

So here we are again trapped inside this thing of ours

I could throw the blame but in the end I gave you power

I don′t leave safety, never at the crib lonely

So its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley

So here we are again trapped inside this thing of ours

I could throw the blame but in the end I gave you power

I don′t leave safety, never at the crib lonely

So its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley

So here we are again trapped inside this thing of ours

I could throw the blame but in the end I gave you power

I don't leave safety, never at the crib lonely

So its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley

So here we are again trapped inside this thing of ours

I could throw the blame but in the end I gave you power

I don′t leave safety, never at the crib lonely

So its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley

Its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley

Its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley

Its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley

Sneaking through the sticks slowly

Sneaking through the sticks slowly

Its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley

Its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley

Its no coincidence I look like Mick Foley

Sneaking through the sticks slowly

Sneaking through the sticks slowly

Bada dum dum da dum da dum dum dum

Bada dum dum da dum da dum da da dum

Da dum

Bada dum dum da dum da dum dum dum

Bada dum dum da dum da dum da da dum

Da dum

Fuck you