1. |
Rabbit Hole
03:14
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Bootleg Rob Zombie with some better fashion sense
And I look like they rolled me out of Goodwill
Scrawny young soul with a brain like a rabbit hole
And I got a prescription full of blue pills
And If Jesus walked on water I can run on coffee
Pulsing through my veins, my body shivers gawky
Lookin like a like drug dealer while slinging broccoli
Someone call the deputy, the sheriff shot me
RAT-A-TAT-TAT on the pavement like a hi hat
Rhythm to the city but the melody’s a bit flat
Where the hell you at? Old Nandina couldesack
Little Stepp boy might grow up and have a heart attack
“Imagine that!” Bert and Earnie and some crescent rolls
Pop tarts, pancakes, waffles and some donut holes
Nectar collector, dab rig and a fat bowl
Cat hair, skunky air, living in a pot hole
Life is like a movie, but I’m not the one starring
Boring as shit but at least I’m still charming
I won’t call you baby if you never call me darling
And if you’ve rode a camel, fucking me is less jarring
My body feels broken til I see a broken body then my body feels like quite a massive dick
Tell your bitch to call me if she likes cerebral palsy
And if basic missionary makes her tick
I’m slick. At least half of me
Optimistic fuck dodging all tragedy
There’s too many of you that I’m never glad to see
Pussy to the ceiling and I’m like, “Bad kitty!
Get down!” Then I shoo em away
Always sit and worry bout what they’re gonna say
But if I knew that they weren’t talking it’d be to my dismay
Cuz how else will I do this for a living one day?
Twenty six. Pick up sticks and roll em on a cart
Get your veggies somewhere where they don’t know who you are
Shove it in some plastic in the back seat of your car
Go home and smoke til you can’t think of any rhymes for “car”
Tonight, I’m a rock n roll star, definitely maybe you’ll be like, “this is some cool shit he made.
He
Got the swagger of the coolest homeless man I’ve seen”
Young Adult Wolf, Scott Howard out his teens
Xylophone rib cage won’t ya play me?
I know I’ve got an aura cuz I’ve seen me glow
Munching on a joint, smoking a taquito
Pseudo hippie with a bohemian flow
Galileo Figaro Magnifico
Chuckle fucker deluxe
I’m a golden-assed goose in a pond full of ducks
Sector 9 deck, baby blue Paris trucks
An unspeakable act away from a horcrux
Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk, I’m a real wise guy
Broadcasting degree, but I still don’t know why
Radio face with delectable eyes
Forever frustrated with a happy disguise
Every once in awhile pull it back to see
An ugly bastard in the mirror who looks nothing like me
Smoke blows through his nostrils and his teeth
Blue blood shot eyes, looking like the Dead Sea
Flowing right through me as if I’m not even there
And though he isn’t either, feel his presence in the air
Crazy skeleton man had really me scared
But after so long you just learn not to care
Kill the music with his stare
So let me introduce you to Nigel Erbein whose life is quite similar to mine
Only quite exaggerated and slightly manipulated and aesthetically completely redesigned
Unwind, and listen, make of this what you may
The life of a version of a man who rots away
And creates a whole world around an alter ego
You might not like what you’ll hear, but it didn’t come from Reed, though
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2. |
Smashing
03:02
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Ain’t that neat-o?!
Like a Thornberry
Gold chain, lion mane, silver tongued bastard
Deep sea monstrosity you won’t ever capture
Blood covered jet plane flying through disaster
You’re piloting through it all and I’m your evil laughter
Ha ha ha ha it’s the dictator
Wings of bat and the mouth of a gator
Stretch out the truth, verbal manipulator
And ya better swallow all the shit that I put on your plate, sir
Madam, misses mister he and she gobble it down
Tell me please and thank you and adjust my plastic crown
Flow biting you in the ass like I released the hounds
Rhythmic pulse up to your throat like you’re about to drown
Hear that sound? The thunder in my heart?
Like someone you used to know but with a fresh start?
Paint yourself up like a dick and call it art
Trapped in this body, he and l are worlds apart
Malarkey, anarchy, a splash of apple pie
Crimson faced freak, the apple of Mommy’s eye
Kill my heroes, blame it on The Catcher in the Rye
And all my enemies will shed a tear when I die
I’m the guy you wanna bring home to your mother
I’m that friend you don’t want to explain
I’m the monster that you keep locked in your closet
I’m that dog you left out in the rain
I’m the fallen angel who God pushed on the way down
I’m not the bullet or the gun, I’m just that killer sound
Reed’s not here, man
I’ll let him know you came, but
Let’s get weird, man
I’ll let ya dig my brain
Sanguine fluid mess
Keep all my parents stressed
Give that bullshit a rest
Get that thing up off my chest
I’m everything he wants to be and everything you’d like
I’m real shit but I don’t exist cause I’m totally psyched
My name is Nigel Erbein, what an angry chill dude
Nigel Erbein, fucking great to meet you
Nigel Erbein, and I feel brand new
Nigel Erbein
I’m the guy you wanna bring home to your mother
I’m that friend you don’t want to explain
I’m the monster that you keep locked in your closet
I’m that dog you left out in the rain
I’m the fallen angel who God pushed on the way down
I’m not the bullet or the gun, I’m just that killer sound
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3. |
Covered with Blood
03:20
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Nutrients and oxygen
The life we get to see
Artificial recipe
Of blood coated on me
Oh look how provocative
Look at what we gone and did
Optimistic blood shower keeps me O so positive
He’s not very talkative
Bout the grumpy life he’s lived
Swallow the truth and spit me out like it was a vomitive
Enough about the kid, much more about me
Nigel Erbein’s disturbing him with bloody imagery
You’ll know when he forfeits and lets me win
Didn’t cut himself open, let out all within
I’m the cooler Reed Stepp with a different spin
Why would I say that? I wouldn’t know where to begin
Malevolent but heaven sent, I’ll make you great, Reed
Hesitation, I take expectations and succeed
Own up to your shit before it’s too late, Reed
Cause I got what it takes to getcha watcha think ya need
Act like there’s a life you got to celebrate, Reed
I’ll make you thankful that you got one every single time you bleed
(On top of Old Smoky covered with blood)
Not one to keep restraint
(Don’t want a violent scene covered with blood)
Wear my life like war paint
(On top of Old Smoky covered with blood)
What is it you visualize?
(On top of Old Smoky covered with blood)
Always had me mesmerized
Nutrients and oxygen
The life we get to see
Artificial recipe
Of blood coated on me
Make a lasting impression, be it pleasant, be it vile
Missing the red hair so I’m the bloody Stepp child
This is the result of keeping me exiled
Boiling blood just bubbles out with great amounts of bile
Watcha think of all these bullshit reasons I’ve compiled?
I don’t gotta tell why, this isn’t a trial
I just want to have a sexy-ass vampire woman sucking on me like it’s going out of style
(On top of Old Smoky covered with blood)
Got you hanging by a thread
(Don’t want a violent scene covered with blood)
Splattered with a badge of red
(On top of Old Smoky covered with blood)
Paint me like your french girls
(On top of Old Smoky covered with blood)
Bloody smile, shining pearls
(On top of Old Smoky covered with blood)
Not one to keep restraint
(Don't want a violent scene covered with blood)
Wear my life like war paint
(On top of Old Smoky covered with blood)
What is it you visualize?
(On top of Old Smoky covered with blood)
Always had me mesmerized
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4. |
The Hate Flow
03:23
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Let’s talk about the other guy
Couldn’t live without him but I won’t be upset when we die
Always been me and him
Savage like the Macho Man, I got him like a slim Jim
Pinch of love in a pool of hate
I’ll be the executioner for those who’re prone to hesitate
Say that I’m like a version?
Madonna ass bitch, welcome to complete immersion
Of the man you so “created”
Just so you can blame somebody for the things you’ve done in hatred
Wake up and face the music
Embrace it and meditate it whether you not you choose it
(Let the hate flow through you)
‘Cause whether not you like it I’ll be the one to entice it if it means I should antagonize you
(Let the hate flow through you)
No other feeling like it, put your guard down and invite it, you might see a little pride in you
(Let the hate flow through you)
When you’re riled up and angry and your fuming hot and gangly let it smile a mad gaze upon you
Got the young man blues?
Take your Mose Allison, contort it into The Who
Let your Pete Townsend be swallowed by your Keith Moon
Let it soak for the remainder of the afternoon
You’re like, “Oh, sham-wow!”
And I’m like, “How do ya like me now?”
You control the forecast, but I control the clouds
You don’t gotta face the music if it plays this loud
Now you’re shaking, alone in bed stirred
Body aching, somatically disturbed
By what your thinking, previous choice words
Got heart sinking, boy do you look absurd, just
(Let the hate flow through you)
On your mixtape you would listen so ya better quit your bitchin’ and do what the fuck I tell you to.
(Let the hate flow through you)
Because you never started talking till they told you that you couldn’t sing
So you dug deep inside you and of all the things find you chose to introduce yourself to me
You met a man of anger and resentment with a brick red hopeful scowl
And you let you him out the cage cause you know his bite’s better than your growl
You searched your inner bein’ and you found N. Erbein.
You looked at N. Erbein and saw your inner bein’.
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5. |
Shotgun Legs
03:05
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1957 Volkswagen bus going south
Villainous smile and a taste of ambition in my mouth
Slip on shoes made of clouds from my Nana’s flower bed
Sweat between my toes, an imaginary price on my head
Lightning in my hair and a canteen half full of Amour Propre
Coast through life while I remain one step ahead of every day
Would you kindly bash their heads in like my name was Frank Fontaine
Mangoes in Tahiti but the TB got your taste buds waned
I just slipped onto these tracks
Sneakers on the railroad
Oklahoma to Brazil
Feel too young to get old
I got legs like a shotgun
And I’m thinking like a hand grenade
Kinda feeling like a wise man
Got a feeling like a new day
(Bobcat in the kitchen sits and licks around her chops
While the spoiled boy sits and enjoys the things that I don’t got)
And I hit rock bottom, grab the moss and climb to the top
But I hated the sight of the view
So I closed my eyes, fell back to ground level and I snapped myself in two
And as I woke up to angels and demons at war in my backyard
And the Bodies rolled and the heads flew as nobody stood their guard
As angels looked appalled and all the demons seemed peaceful
I had myself a barbecue of grilled good and evil
Smoke takes the shape of a beautiful steeple
And I let a shout out, but I don’t got any people
I got legs like a shotgun
And I’m thinking like a hand grenade
Kinda feeling like a wise man
Got a feeling like a new day
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6. |
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Land of the common raccoon and the mistletoe
Scissor tailed flycatcher riding on a buffalo
Road cracks big enough to let our shitty river flow
Southern hospitality to all the strangers you don’t know
Slap blood on my face, try to fuck up the whole status quo
Maybe I need attention but don’t wanna let it show
Disrespect your city, disrespect your fellow man, so
Support local music, but after this set you can go
Back home is where your heart is but your soul left on a ship
And he hollered back, “I’m done with this town, I’ll see ya around” and ya mumbled “Have a nice trip...”
I just love living here
People here are fantastic
There is no other place I'd rather be
You have the freedom to do whatever you want
Land of the common raccoon digging through your garbage
Spoiled twenty somethings with no skills and expensive guitars, it’s
Asshole, America, must’ve lost its ex-lax
Last straw, motherfuckers done broke the camel’s back
Curse loyal citizens, curious how they’ll react
We all got opinions, give you some distorted facts
Robots in your supermarket, animals rip them to shreds
Ignorance like a virus, wear your mask before it spreads
Stack emotions in a pile pouring out my head
Turn it in to style, thank you for the existential dreads
Smile so robotic Hilary takes notes
“Ya hear that guy got fired for the awful things he wrote?”
Customer is always right, no matter how wrong
Aggravation, you seem weak, no matter how strong
And though the smoke is mighty thick, no matter what bong,
Maybe when it clears I’ll be in some place I belong
You can whatever you want to be
The sky is the limit
Everyone here really does care
It's such a special place
Amerikosui via yebaniye
A chom vui tolk dumayeti blyte
Ja uje daje neznayu shto vam skozat
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7. |
Rearrange
02:56
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Well you never scraped your knees up
And you never got your ears wet
No dirt on your fingertips, no bar soap between your lips, never got the nervous sweats
And you still drag your bad foot
Got a hole in your right sock
Knees knockin’, elbows poppin’, walking like the panties drop when
You drag along sidewalk
Call you what they want to
And you would never protest
Bottle it up, one day to be put on display, like “This shit brewed inside my chest”
Pour it in a wine glass
Or mix it with a soda pop
Use it to collect your tears, let it sit for twenty years, bitterness spills out the top
(Can you help me do better?)
Give me total control
(Won’t you change me?)
You’ll be a new man ‘til we’re dead and old
(Get frustration from pleasure)
Are you gonna be alright?
(Rearrange me)
I could do a lot with you solely out of spite
Catawampus game plan
Keep it written in your nightstand
“Nigel’s got the swagger and the interesting jabber, insecure about what I can do..”
(Do) What I want, and I’ll be who I wanna be, but what I wouldn’t give to be you, Angel Boy
Hairy ass beanpole, your fingers tangled, boy?
Yappin’ like you’re on your way to being strangled, boy
Time to look at yourself from another angle, boy
I’m Nigel Exotic, you’re a motherfuckin’ bengal, boy
You’ve been on some peasant shit, I’m motherfuckin’ regal, boy
You’re meeting with the guillotine and I’m making it legal, boy
You were on the right route
Up until you had your doubts
Lean back, open wide, let out what is inside, Nigel’s Day Out
(Can you help me do better?)
I’ll have total control
(Won’t you change me?)
You’ll be a new man ‘til we’re dead and old
(Get frustration from pleasure)
I’m sure you’ll be alright
(Rearrange me)
Certainly sir, it would be my delight
(Can you help me do better?)
I’ve already begun
(Won’t you change me?)
Were you even listening, asshole?
(Get frustration from pleasure)
It’s kinda chilly out here
(Rearrange me)
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8. |
Nigel's Day Out
03:00
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Sh-sh-sh-sh-shiver down my spine but my limbs keeps still because momma didn’t raise no bitch
People lookin’ like, “Is he into bleedin’? I don’t really get the meanin’, I guess Reed really went and flipped a switch.”
Dickhead couldn’t make it in. My name’s Nigel
I dropped that cold square like I was laying kitchen tile
Unbutton you’re flannels and get pissed off with a smile
Cuz I’m running the show for the next quite a-fucking-while
Big bad ass women’s shades that I stole
Eyes full of sunshine, hair full of mold
Mouth full of fresh herb, fistful of spice
Feel like butter, got words like rice
“They can take our lives”, but I found this new freedom, dude
Feel like I’ve been revived, that bitch Grim Reaper’s such a prude
Let me call you right back, cause I can’t concentrate
The road is getting twisted and, myself, I can’t see straight
Nigel is finally out
Nigel is finally out
Nigel is finally out
Nigel is finally out
Ratty pair of shorts, same slip-on shoes and a dope-ass Guseven Beat
and I got the skeleton from his closet vibrating to the bass in the back seat.
And he’s moving like bones rattlin’, skull bouncin’ about
Reaching for a smoke, like “It’s good to be out”
What do you paint when the world is your canvas?
But what you do when it’s not?
I’ll be on the attack, won’t ever give the reigns back
Cause all we’ve ever done is sit and rot
I’ve got novels full of shit that I could say in my head
So fuck the old story and consider him “Read”.
Is there a destination? Or do we not care?
I’d ask him where we’re going, but I don’t think he’s quite “all there”
Nigel is finally out
Nigel is finally out
Nigel is finally out
Nigel is finally out
Nigel is finally out
Nigel is finally out
Nigel is finally out
Nigel is finally out
Nigel is finally out
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9. |
Holden Caulfield
03:35
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“You look a little mad, kid. Why the bloody face?
Got a disposition like you’ve somehow been replaced
Is it ultimately for a massive clout chase?
Or because the inside of everyone should be embraced?”
Do it myself each morning with a scimitar
Cook it up myself, store it in mason jars
I’m Joker, Reed’s Batman held hostage in my car
So think of my blood like Heath Ledger’s scars
If I have such hate, then why that now I feel like someone
Everything’s just great, left my weapons at home with my gun
Kids overdosing on hugs
Body warmth is like a drug
Spoiled boy died on the sofa
Bobcat’s sleeping on the rug
We pulled back the curtains to total silence upon reveal
He thought owned me, now he’s phony, I’m the real Holden Caulfield
HEY! (Hey!)
Blow out a cloud of smoke,
crack a wise-ass joke
because I don’t know what else to say
(Hey!)
Maybe it’d be best if
I’m feeling this impressive
To just wait until the end of the day
(Hey!)
Whether not I love or hate me
What I have done for me lately?
Cause I’m feeling all kinds of different ways
(Hey!)
Wouldn’t hear me if I shout it
And if you could you would doubt it
But I hope these wild vibes stay
It’s far too bright out today, let’s blow the sun out and let’s chill
Poppin’ blue wave metallic pop tarts in a cinnamon coupe deville, and
She knocks on my door at the crack of dawn to get her thrills, but of
Course she’s displeased once she sees that I don’t rock Goodwill. Oh yeah? Well,
Good. I’m a game of Stratego.
Clearly you ain’t never been with an alter ego
I’m the kinda thing most people wanna keep low
Made with such burning passion I could have a heat stroke
Happiness SCREAMS, I’m a warm gun
I remember dreams, told no on
Empty plastic bottles like, “where’d that fucking quarter go?”
Viddy well, little brother, I’m the real horrorshow.
HEY! (Hey!)
Blow out a cloud of smoke,
crack a wise-ass joke
because I don’t know what else to say
(Hey!)
Maybe it’d be best if
I’m feeling this impressive
To just wait until the end of the day
(Hey!)
Whether not I love or hate me
What I have done for me lately?
Cause I’m feeling all kinds of different ways
(Hey!)
Wouldn’t hear me if I shout it
And if you could you would doubt it
But I hope these wild vibes stay
Overthought out by this motherfucker
So elated, look what I brought out in this motherfucker
Been around since ‘93,
but he only started paying attention to me
Slow guitar solo on the edge of the crescent moon
I’ll make all your childhood fairytale creatures swoon
You’ll feel better when you stop worryin’
Tell your folks your heard from Doctor Erbein,
Ricky fuckin’ Bobby, getting baked to prevent the shakes
Bitches call me John Tenta, fucking like an Earthquake
God’s sake, I’m in the zone
Long, lanky and stoned
So much time alone
Overthoughts are overgrown
I’m a Reed Stepp clone
New body, new home
Used to bitch and moan
Dip my ass in chrome
What do I condone?
Fahrenheit 2020, burn your fucking smart phones!
HEY! (Hey!)
Blow out a cloud of smoke,
crack a wise-ass joke
because I don’t know what else to say
(Hey!)
Maybe it’d be best if
I’m feeling this impressive
To just wait until the end of the day
(Hey!)
Whether not I love or hate me
What I have done for me lately?
Cause I’m feeling all kinds of different ways
(Hey!)
Wouldn’t hear me if I shout it
And if you could you would doubt it
But I hope these wild vibes stay
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10. |
Colorheads
02:55
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Did it not used to be green, or a different shade of blue?
Hardly recognize you, how do you do?
Believe me, you don’t know me, but I’ve seen you
Behind the man’s eyes, listening to what he thinks of you
And it all ends the same
And you’re not one to blame
And he needed a change
And now he’s rearranged
If you and the ones to come will drop me some day
Color it white to let me know you’re gonna ghost anyway
Cause I’m probably not part of your plan, so
When it’s all said and done we’re fine
Cause no matter how somber the piano,
I’m still gonna try to hear the chimes
And even if you leave and let me know,
what’s a reason if there isn’t a rhyme?
When it all goes bad, I’ll remember what we had
There will be no regret this time
There will be no regret this time
There will be no regret this time
There will be no regret this time
There will be no regret
And they like what they see and they love initially, and they never want anything complex
But emotions run amuck and by the time they wanna fuck I’m so invested I can only give them sex
Half excited, half frightened, I can feel my muscles tighten and my heart rattle hard against my chest
Then she colors her hair blue and gives me the feeling too, and she disappears and leaves it unaddressed
...or she’s unimpressed
And I’m probably not part of your plan, so
When it’s all said and done we’re fine
Cause no matter how somber the piano,
I’m still gonna try to hear the chimes
And even if you leave and let me know,
what’s a reason if there isn’t a rhyme?
When it all goes bad, I’ll remember what we had
There will be no regret this time
Cause I’m probably not part of your plan, so
When it’s all said and done we’re fine
Cause no matter how somber the piano,
I’m still gonna try to hear the chimes
And even if you leave and let me know,
what’s a reason if there isn’t a rhyme?
When it all goes bad, I’ll remember what we had
There will be no regret this time
There will be no regret this time
There will be no regret this time
There will be no regret this time
There will be no regret
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11. |
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Feelin’ like a cartoon supervillain, big chillin’
Phat bass from Brazil’n I go fetch some Advil’n
Then I hope that god willin’, they all pick up what I’m spillin’
And they never have their fill’n I proceed to make a killin’
Hold on, wait one second who am I? The other guy?
Anger was enough. What’s this stress? Don’t you fucking cry.
Can’t imagine why, Hated all I’ve known
But if he chooses me to die, a clash for the throne
Cause I’m newly alive and I’m newly feeling good, so I’ll fight for that shit like
Take him out back, beat out that family heart attack, and won’t stop until he’s walking right
Lookin’ just like his rival, people start to call him Nigel, cause lve taken his identity
And I’m still more pretty
I was really gonna fuck his shit up, man
Burn it all down until only we both stand
Then regardless of dismissal,
Tyler Durden with a pistol,
But I got some fresh air and a change of plans
Was a hub for who he was but who he didn’t wanna be
Took the shit he feels but doesn’t like and pinned it all on me like,
“I’m not going out tonight, don’t feel like myself.
Grab the fake blood in that top cabinet shelf
Rub it on my cheeks, goes great with eyes
But this wasn’t my idea, must’ve been the other guy’s.”
Then he realized, “hey, this is kinda dope
And if I preach about me it’d come across a joke”
So unique
Straight tongue-in-cheek
Friend to the fellas
Makes a lady’s knee’s weak
Came to Nigel E.
Said, “How’d you like to see
The other side of me?”
And it happened finally
Because he would do whatever
Too look interesting or slightly clever
Even if it killed him like
Wanted all the life stories that would bring him fame and glory, but he didn’t, so he thought his monster might
Now the day that he tries to come and take back these eyes he’s gonna wallow in self pity
And I won’t even feel shitty
I know he’s been inside of his own head before but he’s never lived in my corner of it
Get some new wallpaper and refurbished floors
And remodel that bitch until he loves it
Because he was just a planet who wanted to be star
But he didn’t quite fit, role switched who we are
Now that I’ve read the script, I won’t give back the part
Rewrite all this shit from the very first start
I don’t mean to say that I’ll give us a career
But I’m more intriguing than anything that he’s done in years
I’m a fucking rocket ship he never knew how to steer
And I’ll skyrocket the both of us into the atmosphere
Until we disappear
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12. |
Die Confused
03:10
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I can hear you screaming, I can feel you fighting
I can see you reaching far to save yourself from certain doom
Say you wanna rumble? Don’t you make me stumble
Cause I’m wobbly when ya fill my head with grumpy ass fumes
Like a sudden large boom, that’ll clear out a room
And I finally got myself out that bullshit gloom
Dreaming since the womb, how one day you’ll be consumed
Set your remains on my mantlepiece like a family heirloom
Got us a new view, with no help from you
Cause you never had the balls to do the shit that I do
Since you were concealing me, even still you’re killing me
But I’m all that you have and I got nothing to lose
Positive brain tattoo to keep you sane
But senseless with pissed, pessimistic views
Awful discouraging shit, but I dunno whose feeling it
I’d rather die certain than to live confused
In the end, the only way to get out this cage you’ve made
Is to create the key to your own escape
In the end, the only way to get out this cage you’ve made
Is to create the key to your own escape
Listen here, you stupid, dumb, befuddled-ass bitch
Always going through a mental struggle-ass bitch
Can’t handle either life that you juggle-ass bitch
Growing an appetite for some knuckles-ass bitch
You’ve fucked this shit up more than I can allow, boy
We’re not big enough for two of us, cowboy
Look whose angry, look whose mad
I did more in one day than any time you had
Hand on the blade, finger on the trigger
Noose around the neck, ropes growing bigger
Smoke on the lips, saliva on my teeth
Light flash above, kill the darkness underneath
So Fuck you, Nigel, I mean fuck you, Reed
I mean go fuck yourself, I mean, dammit, fuck me
Tell the Stepp boy that I hope he’s doing well
And let the Erbein bastard know I’ll see him in Hell
In the end, the only way to get out this cage you’ve made
Is to create the key to your own escape
In the end, the only way to get out this cage you’ve made
Is to create the key to your own escape
In the end, the only way to get out this cage you’ve made
Is to create the key to your own escape
In the end, the only way to get out this cage you’ve made
Is to create the key to your own escape
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