Self Portraits & Self Destruction

by SIKES!

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    TRACKLIST:
    A1. Barf Simpson // Ft. William James
    A2. Americunts
    A3. Bloody Knuckles
    A4. Santa Claus. Bloody Mary. Elvis Presley. Jesus Christ. // Ft. Amuck
    A5. Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Not Giving A Fuck
    B1. The Good Old Days
    B2. Perfect Blue // Ft. Crystal Madae
    B3. Royal Wedding // Ft. Basick Sickness
    B4. Paper Football (Re: Old Letters)
    B5. Let Me Sleep
    Bonus Track: (CD/Download Only) Scenekiller/Scenefucker // Ft. Kiltervision & Josh Escoto

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released October 23, 2012

Josh Escoto // Guitars & Bass
Joey Solak // Live Drums
Matt Donnelly // Scratches & Cuts
Brian Howe // Beats, Electronics & Rhymes

A collection of recordings assembled throughout August 2011 - July 2012.

Most of this stuff happened and was recorded by
Me in the Mallard Cave (Pittsburgh, PA).
Joey Solak banged on drums that were recorded by
Matt Very at Very Tight Studios (West Mifflin, PA).
Amuck and Kiltervision recorded their own lyrical fiyaaaah at
Battlemute Productions (Arnold, PA).
William James spoke loudly at my laptop in the
“Blue Room” at the Shadow Lounge (Pittsburgh, PA).
and Basick Sickness tracked his own shit at his house (Pittsburgh, PA).

After all of that happened everything was Mixed by Me
on my MacBook inside various Coffee Shops, Libraries,
Fast Food Joints, Buses and Train Rides
(Pittsburgh, PA // New York, NY // Long Island, NY) August 2012.

and finally, everything was Mastered by Matt Very
at Very Tight Studios (West Mifflin, PA) September 2012.

Album cover shot and edited by Ray Miles for
Ray Miles Creative at the Nevada House (Pittsburgh, PA).

Thank you for supporting me directly as well as indirectly supporting local artists and the D.I.Y. community.
+5 Hipster points for all of you.

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Track Name: Barf Simpson // Ft. William James
WASHED UP. WASHED OUT.
JUST AN ITSY BITSY SPIDER TRYING CRAWL UP THIS SPOUT.
BUT DOWN COMES THE RAIN. SET FIRE LIKE ADELE.
CAN'T SEEM TURN THE HEAT DOWN BECAUSE THIS LIFE IS HELL.
THEY CALL IT SELF DESTRUCTION, BEING AN ARTIST.
BECAUSE BELIEVING IN YOURSELF IS HARD TO DO WHEN YOUR HONEST.
I'M NO VOICE OF A GENERATION .
JUST A JADED OLD FUCK WHO'S FULL OF FRUSTRATION.
UNDER MY SKIN. IT'S GOTTEN DOWN TO THE BONES.
ROTTING OUT FROM THE INSIDE, APATHY HAS OVERGROWN.
ITS A STRUGGLE AT BEST TRYING TO STAND OUT FROM THE REST
BECAUSE THE TRUTH IS MIGHTY HARD THING TO DIGEST.

SHOVE IT. SHOVE IT. SHOVE IT. SHOVE IT RIGHT DOWN OUR THROATS.
BEEN OVEREATING AND WE'RE STARTING TO CHOKE.
SHOVE IT DOWN. RIGHT DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROATS.
CHOKE. CHOKE. CHOKE

I DON’T WANNA CHANGE THE WORLD, I JUST WANNA CHANGE MINE.
BY STACKING UP THESE PENNIES JUST TO MAKE A COUPLE DIMES.
I DON’T WANNA CHANGE THE WORLD, I JUST WANNA CHANGE MINE.
DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR TRENDS, DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE TIMES.

YOU SEE, I'M TOO WHITE FOR THESE BLACK KIDS.
BUT NOT WHITE ENOUGH FOR THESE HIPSTER TRENDSETTING FASCISTS.
“PUNK ROCKER WITH A LITTLE BIT OF SWAG
HEAVY METAL HIP HOPPER” TALK A WHOLE LOT OF TRASH.
I DON’T SUPPORT OTHER RAPPERS CUZ MY MIDDLE NAME IS SELFISH.
TALK A LOT OF SHIT BECAUSE MY LAST NAME IS JEALOUS.
WACK ASS WANNABE THAT NOBODY LIKES.
YEAH, I'M A JOKE. I GUESS THATS WHY MY FIRST NAME IS “SIKES”.

SHOVE IT. SHOVE IT. SHOVE IT. SHOVE IT RIGHT DOWN OUR THROATS.
YOUR SCENE IS DEAD KID. THIS CITY’S A JOKE.
SHOVE IT DOWN. RIGHT DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROATS.
CHOKE. CHOKE. CHOKE.

I DON’T WANNA CHANGE THE WORLD, I JUST WANNA CHANGE MINE.
BY STACKING UP THESE PENNIES JUST TO MAKE A COUPLE DIMES.
I DON’T WANNA CHANGE THE WORLD, I JUST WANNA CHANGE MINE.
DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE MONEY, I'M JUST LOOKING SOME PEACE OF MIND.

THE GREATEST MINDS OF MY GENERATION
NEVER WENT MAD, THEY JUST CASHED IN.
 FLEW THEIR BLACK FLAGS AT HALF MAST
 JUST LONG ENOUGH TO BLEACH THEM PERFECT 
WHITE. THEY CALLED IT CLEAN. A FRESH START.
 TRADED IN THE REMNANTS OF THEIR MISSPENT YOUTH
 FOR SOMETHING A PICKET-FENCE CLOSER TO THE AMERICAN DREAM. ONE DOG, TWO KIDS,
 A 401K TO BE THE ENVY OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
 THEY CLEAN UP SO WELL. GOT THAT WILD AND CRAZY
 LIVE FREE SHIT OUTTA THEIR SYSTEM WHEN IT WAS 
STILL APPROPRIATE TO HAVE THOSE FANTASIES,
 NOW THEY'VE BRUSHED THE DUST OFF THEIR BOOTS
, EXCHANGED THEM FOR SOME WINGTIPS AND LET
 THEIR NECKTIES DO THE TALKING. 



AT THE BARREL OF THEIR STARE 
THE VIEW DOESN'T CHANGE.

 IF THEY GAVE UP ALL THOSE STUPID NOTIONS
 FOR BETTER PASTURES, WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU?


IT'S ALL ABOUT PAYING BILLS INSTEAD OF DUES,
 IT'S ABOUT LIVING TO WORK, IT'S ABOUT THE PRESTIGE.
 THE NAME-PLATED PARKING SPOT, YOUR TITLE ETCHED
IN FROSTED GLASS. THE GOLD WATCH. THIS IS WHAT
 MATURITY DREAMS OF. WHO DOESN'T WANT ALL OF THIS? 
WHO DOESN'T WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW THEIR NAME?

SHOVE IT. SHOVE IT. SHOVE IT. SHOVE IT RIGHT DOWN OUR THROATS.
GIVE IT UP MAN. HIP HOP IS A JOKE.
SHOVE IT DOWN. RIGHT DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROATS.
CHOKE. CHOKE. CHOKE.

I DON’T WANNA CHANGE THE WORLD, I JUST WANNA CHANGE MINE.
BY STACKING UP THESE PENNIES JUST TO MAKE A COUPLE DIMES.
I DON’T WANNA CHANGE THE WORLD, I JUST WANNA CHANGE MINE.
DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR WORLD. I JUST WANNA CHANGE MINE.
Track Name: Americunts
SET A FIRE TO THE EARTH AND SNUGGLE UP IN THE ASHES.
A BLANKET MADE OF BURNT FLESH WITH SCARS FROM THE LASHES.
SWAPPING TONGUES WITH THE CONSEQUENCES FOR OUR ACTIONS.
PULL THEM PANTIES DOWN AND FUCKING RAPE THIS BOOK FULL OF MATCHES.
WE DON'T NEED NO WATER LET THE MOTHERFUCKER BURN.
FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE. LET THESE MOTHERFUCKERS LEARN.
THAT THEIR KIDS ARE IN THE GUTTER DEEP THROATING YOUR DREAMS
SO TAKE NOTES WHO SWALLOWS MOST AND MAKE THEM PART OF YOUR TEAM.
THE MEMOS OUT BUT I GUESS YOU HAVEN'T GOT IT.
HISTORY REPEATS BECAUSE THE PAST STAYS FORGOTTEN.
CUMSHOT BABY. WATCH THEM SQUIRT IT OUT.
YEAH, CATCH THAT PEARL NECKLACE AND WEAR IT PROUD.

HOME OF THE BEAUTIFUL. LAND OF THE BRAVE.
HOME OF THE WORKING CLASS. LAND OF THE SLAVE.
TELL ME IS THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL THE AMERICAN DREAM?
TELL ME IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL YOUR AMERICAN DREAM?
HOME OF THE BEAUTIFUL. LAND OF THE BRAVE.
HOME OF THE WORKING CLASS. LAND OF THE SLAVE.
AND IF THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL THE AMERICAN DREAM
CHOKE ME UNTIL I WAKE. UNTIL I CAN'T BREATHE.

DRINKING TOO MUCH. I'M GOING TO BE SICK.
DRUNK OFF EAGLE'S BLOOD. CALL US PATRIOTIC.

SWALLOW, WE'VE SWALLOWED, WE'VE SWALLOWED THEIR TRENDS.
MASKED IN THEIR FASHIONS, SO EASY TO BEND.
YOU GOTTA FIT THE MOLD TO TO WIN THEIR QUEST FOR GOLD.
YEAH, BUT WE'RE BREAKING OUR FINGERS JUST TO MAINTAIN THE HOLD.
STOLEN, YOU'VE STOLEN, YOU'VE STOLEN OUR DREAMS.
BRANDED WITH BARCODES. WE HAVE BECOME MACHINES.
IN THIS NINE TO FIVE YOU GOTTA NICKEL AND DIME
JUST TO FOLLOW THE LEADER AND KEEP PLACE IN THEIR LINE.
WE ALL STRUGGLE TO MAKE ENDS MEET.
THE PRICE OF FREEDOM DOESN’T COME VERY CHEAP.
ENDLESS DAYS AND SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.
BUT I'M NOT GOING DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT.

HOME OF THE BEAUTIFUL. LAND OF THE BRAVE.
HOME OF THE WORKING CLASS. LAND OF THE SLAVE.
TELL ME IS THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL THE AMERICAN DREAM?
TELL ME IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL YOUR AMERICAN DREAM?
HOME OF THE BEAUTIFUL. LAND OF THE BRAVE.
HOME OF THE WORKING CLASS. LAND OF THE SLAVE.
AND IF THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL THE AMERICAN DREAM
CHOKE ME UNTIL I WAKE. UNTIL I CAN'T BREATHE.

WE WANT TO GROW UP BUT WE DON’T WANT TO GROW OLD.
WE WANT TO LIVE FREE BUT WE DON’T WANT TO LIVE POOR.

HOME OF THE BEAUTIFUL. LAND OF THE BRAVE.
HOME OF THE WORKING CLASS. LAND OF THE SLAVE.
AND IF WE COULD ONLY SEE WOULD WE BELIEVE
THAT THE MEN WHO WE HAVE GROWN TO BE NO LONGER BREATHE?

HOME OF THE BEAUTIFUL. LAND OF THE BRAVE.
HOME OF THE WORKING CLASS. LAND OF THE SLAVE.
TELL ME IS THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL THE AMERICAN DREAM?
TELL ME IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL YOUR AMERICAN DREAM?
HOME OF THE BEAUTIFUL. LAND OF THE BRAVE.
HOME OF THE WORKING CLASS. LAND OF THE SLAVE.
AND IF THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL THE AMERICAN DREAM
CHOKE ME UNTIL I WAKE. UNTIL I CAN'T BREATHE.

TIGHTEN THE NOOSE UNTIL I CAN'T BREATHE.

WE WANT TO GROW UP BUT WE DON’T WANT TO GROW OLD.
WE WANT TO LIVE FREE BUT WE DON’T WANT TO LIVE POOR.
AND IF THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL THE AMERICAN DREAM
CHOKE ME UNTIL I WAKE. UNTIL I CAN'T BREATHE.
Track Name: Bloody Knuckles
ITS BEEN A WEIRD NIGHT, UNIQUE TO SAY THE LEAST.
BACKPACK AND A NOTEBOOK ROAMING THE STREETS.
NO CLUE WHERE I'M HEADING, JUST CREEPING IN THE DARK.
MAKING FRIENDS WITH THE SHADOWS, SEARCHING FOR A SPOT.
THE SPOT WHERE I WILL MAKE MY PEACE
ON A CARDBOARD BED TO SOFTEN THE CONCRETE.
NO PLANS TO SLEEP, I COULDN’T IF I TRIED.
JUST STARING AT THE STARS UNTIL I SEE THE SUN RISE.
YEAH, ITS NEW DAY, SAME DAY, TURN ANOTHER PAGE.
NO SHOWER, SAME CLOTHES, BEEN WEARING THEM FOR DAYS.
NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD. NOT ANYMORE.
FUCK EVERYTHING THAT I THOUGHT I ONCE STOOD FOR.

SO FAR FROM HOME. I'M SO FAR FROM HOME.
I'M SO FAR FROM WHERE I WANT TO CALL MY HOME.
ID RATHER SLEEP HERE ON THESE STREETS.
IT'S NOT THE LIFE I WANT BUT ITS ONE I BELIEVE IN.

I SWALLOW VOMIT LIKE A CHAMPION. NEVER LET IT OUT.
KEEP THE SICKNESS IN MY STOMACH TILL I PASS OUT.
NOT A DROP OUT BUT BARELY A GRADUATE.
JUST A MAN IN THE MIDDLE LIVING OFF CHANGE IN MY POCKETS.
IM ON THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED GOING NOWHERE.
THREE DOLLARS IN MY WALLET BUT I DON’T CARE.
SOME SELL THEIR SOULS FOR FREEDOM, SOME FOR GOLD.
AND SOME FOR FORTUNE BUT I SOLD MINE FOR ROCK AND ROLL.

SO FAR FROM HOME. I'M SO FAR FROM HOME.
I'M SO FAR FROM WHERE I WANT TO CALL MY HOME.
ID RATHER SLEEP HERE ON THESE STREETS.
ITS NOT THE LIFE I WANT BUT ITS ONE I BELIEVE IN.
SO FAR FROM HOME. I'M SO FAR FROM HOME.
I'M SO FAR FROM WHERE I WANT TO CALL MY HOME.
ID RATHER DIE HERE ON THESE STREETS
THAN IN THE ARMS OF THAT DEVIL NAMED DEFEAT.

I FEEL EMPTY, OH SO WORTHLESS.
LIKE THESE BONES ARE TOO OLD TO SERVE A REAL PURPOSE.
I FEEL DAMAGED, OH SO FRACTURED.
CHASING A DREAM THAT THESE HANDS HAVE YET CAPTURED.

CLENCHED FISTS. OPEN WOUNDS.
BROKEN HEARTS. BLACK AND BLUE
CLENCHED FISTS. OPEN WOUNDS.
BROKEN HEARTS. BLACK AND BLUE.
Track Name: Santa Claus. Bloody Mary. Elvis Presley. Jesus Christ. // Ft. Amuck
THEY SAY FOOLS MAKE A MOCK AT SIN.
I SAY FOOLS FOLLOW RULES BLINDLY WRITTEN
BY PRIMITIVE MEN WHO CENTURIES PAST
WANTED THE FEAR OF EVERY MAN AND WOMAN HELD IN THEIR GRASP.
FAST FORWARD BOUT 2000 YEARS.
WE'RE IN A WHOLE NEW WORLD BUT THAT FEAR IS STILL HERE.
WHERE OUR SOULS ARE GUNNA GO WHEN OUR STORIES HAVE ENDED.
IF WE'VE LIVED OUR LIVES THE RIGHT WAY THEIR BOOK HAS INTENDED.
TIMES CHANGE BUT IGNORANCE NEVER LEAVES.
RESEARCH HAS PROVEN IT WRONG BUT STILL THEY DO NOT BELIEVE
AND THE STUDIES SUPPORT THE FACTS BUT STILL IT DOESN’T CONVINCE THEM
CAUSE ALL THE WORKS OF SCIENCE CANNOT POSSIBLY EQUAL THEIR WISDOM.
BLIND FAITH GOT YOU CAUGHT IN THE CLUTCHES
BUT I'M DOING JUST FINE WITHOUT YOUR CORRUPTION.
BASING YOUR LIFE OFF IDEALS THAT LACK MODERN SUBSTANCE.
YEAH, I GUESS ITS TRUE THAT SOMETIMES WEAK PEOPLE NEED CRUTCHES.

WHATS GUNNA HAPPEN WHEN I DIE? I LIKE TO KEEP IT MYSTERIOUS
BECAUSE THE MEANING OF LIFE? IT'S REALLY NOT THAT SERIOUS.

I FEAST FROM THE TREE OF THE KNOWLEDGE OF GOOD AND EVIL.
LORD I BE WHAT I BE I DON’T CRAWL ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR NO BELIEF,
BUT YOU SHOULD HAVE HAD A GRASP OF THIS
CAUSE YOU CREATED THIS DEFIANT UN-COMPLIANT LITTLE RHAPSODIST.
YEAH I’M YOUR BASTARD KID, NO REFUGE IN A FRACTURED SKY
STILL REFUSING TO FRATERNIZE, STILL REFUTING THE PASTOR’S LIE.
REPUTE THIS UNPACIFIED HAMMER FIST
CAUSE IF YOU SHOW ME AN EVANGELIST I’LL SHOW YOU WHERE A VANDAL LIVES.
THESE ARE THE STEPS TO EX-COMMUNICATION.
(ONE) BECOME PERPLEXED AND VEXED WITH HUMAN NATURE.
(TWO) UNLEARN THE PSYCHOLOGICAL SUNBURN.
(THREE) CONVALESCE YA CREST AND MOVE THE STATION.
SO FUCK THIS ARCHAIC INSTRUCTION MANUAL.
A FUNCTIONLESS, FADED, CORRUPT IMMANUEL.
WHAT’S THE PURPOSE OF THIS ENERGY AND THUNDEROUS RIFT?
TO BECOME A SERVER TO AN ENTITY THAT DOESN’T EXIST.

WHATS GUNNA HAPPEN WHEN I DIE? I LIKE TO KEEP IT MYSTERIOUS
BECAUSE THE MEANING OF LIFE? IT'S REALLY NOT THAT SERIOUS.

I SEE THE PAWNS AND THEIR PONTIFICATION. I SEE THE CAUSE OF A CONFLICTED NATION.
WE APPLAUSE THIS IMPLAUSIBLE GOD BUT WHEN GOD GOES AWAY, IT’S EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF NOW.

THE BIBLE ISN’T A WEAPON MAN ITS ONLY A BOOK
BUT YOU USE IT TO ATTACK THOSE WITH A DIFFERENT OUTLOOK.
WHEN ITS REALLY NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHAT SOMEBODY ELSE DOES.
WHAT THEY CHOOSE TO BELIEVE OR WHO THEY CHOOSE TO LOVE.
YOU REALLY THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO JUDGE ANOTHER MANS ACTIONS?
AND WHORING AL YOUR VIEWS WILL BRING YOUR LORD SATISFACTION?
THERES NO LIMIT TO THE BULLSHIT THAT YOU WILLINGLY DO.
I'D RATHER GO TO HELL IF HEAVENS FILLED WITH PEOPLE LIKE YOU.
NO, I DON’T REALLY GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOUR BOOK HAS TO SAY
SO KEEP ALL YOUR DAMN OPINIONS THE HELL OUT MY WAY.
AND DON’T TRY TO CALL ME A HYPOCRITE FOR WRITING THESE LYRICS.
YOU’VE SPENT A LIFETIME JUDGING OTHERS, LET ME GET FIVE MINUTES.

IF GOD IS REAL AND THE FUCKER AIN’T DEAD
THEN I GUESS SARCASM MUST BE HIS BEST FRIEND.
TAKE A LOOK AROUND PAL, WE'RE LIVING IN HELL.
I SAID TAKE A LOOK AROUND PAL, WE'RE LIVING IN HELL.

WHATS GUNNA HAPPEN WHEN I DIE? I LIKE TO KEEP IT MYSTERIOUS
BECAUSE THE MEANING OF LIFE? IT'S REALLY NOT THAT SERIOUS.

I SEE THE PAWNS AND THEIR PONTIFICATION. I SEE THE CAUSE OF A CONFLICTED NATION.
WE APPLAUSE THIS IMPLAUSIBLE GOD BUT WHEN GOD GOES AWAY, IT’S EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF NOW.
Track Name: Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Not Giving A Fuck
THIS SONG AIN’T DEDICATED TO NO ONE. FUCK EVERYBODY ELSE.
FEELS LIKE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN COUNT ON IS MYSELF.
GAME OVER. I SHOULD KNOW WHEN TO QUIT.
I BET THAT EVEN ALL MY BEST FRIENDS ARE SICK OF HEARING MY BULLSHIT.
OH WELL. GIVE ME A REASON TO CARE.
GIVE ME A REASON WHY I AM WORKING SO HARD AND GETTING NOWHERE.

THAT TYPICAL AMERICAN STRUGGLE.
BUT I'M NOT YOUR AVERAGE MAN. THERES MANY PIECES TO MY PUZZLE.
SOME OF THEM ARE MISSING AND SOME I JUST LOST.
SOME I JUST SAID FUCK IT AND WATCHED THEM BURN LIKE A CROSS.
SO I WILL NEVER BE COMPLETE. WELCOME DEFEAT.
ACCEPT WHAT I'VE BEEN GIVEN. BE THE BEST THAT I CAN BE.
SHOULDN'T COMPLAIN BECAUSE I KNOW THAT THINGS COULD REALLY BE WORSE
BUT I COULD NEVER BE THE MAN I WANNA BE AND IT HURTS.

HOW CAN THINGS BE LOOKING UP WHEN I'M ALWAYS LOOKING DOWN
AT MY WORN SHOES WALKING THROUGH THIS WORN OUT TOWN?
I'M TIRED OF THIS CITY. MAN I NEED TO GET OUT.
I'M TIRED OF THIS CITY. MAN I NEED TO GET OUT.

I'M NOT TRYING TO WRITE SONGS THAT MAKE YOUR DAY FEEL BETTER.
I'M JUST TRYING TO WRITE SONGS THAT FEEL LIKE RAINY WEATHER.
OBSCENITIES, I USED TO TRY TO STAY AWAY
BUT NOW I'M SAYING FUCK YOU LIKE IT'S MY GODDAMN CATCH PHRASE.

NO NEED FOR THE REAL WORLD. ITS BETTER TO PRETEND.
JUST CLOSE MY EYES AND DAYDREAM THAT LILY ALLEN IS MY GIRLFRIEND.
POSTED IN MY BED WITH A BELLY FULL OF THAI FOOD.
WATCHING SPIRITED AWAY AND LISTENING TO REFUSED.
THE SHAPE OF MY LIFE TO COME
IS NOTHING MORE THAN CRACKED STICKS BEATING ON OLD DRUMS.
BUT I GUESS I'M HAPPY WHERE I'M AT.
YOU CAN INSERT THE SARCASM IN BETWEEN EVERY BREATH I TAKE ON THIS TRACK.

HOW CAN THINGS BE LOOKING UP WHEN I'M ALWAYS LOOKING DOWN
AT MY WORN SHOES WALKING THROUGH THIS WORN OUT TOWN?
I'M TIRED OF THIS CITY. MAN I NEED TO GET OUT.
BUT I'M TOO BUSY TALKING SHIT SO I CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT.

BIG CITY. BIG LIGHTS. ITS LIKE MY LIFE IS DRUNK DRIVING
AND I'M JUST RIDING IN THE PASSENGERS SIDE.
WHERES MY SELF RESPECT?
I MEAN THERES GOTTA BE MORE TO LIVING THAN WAITING FOR A CAR WRECK.

PUT IT IN PERSPECTIVE I'M NO MC ESCHER.
MORE LIKE A JACKSON POLLOCK SPLATTERED ON THE WALLS OF GUILTY PLEASURES.
A SOLAR POWERED VAMPIRE. WALKING CONTRADICTION.
FULL OF BAD HABITS AND DIRTY SECRETS LIKE RELIGION.
OUT OF KEY. MY WHOLE MELODY IS WRONG
AND AMATEUR LIKE DRUNKEN LATE NIGHT KARAOKE SONGS.
STARING AT THIS RED LIGHT WONDERING WHATS WHATS GOING ON
CAUSE I'VE BEEN WAITING HERE FOREVER BUT THE GREEN STILL HASN'T COME.

HOW CAN THINGS BE LOOKING UP WHEN I'M ALWAYS LOOKING DOWN
AT MY WORN SHOES WALKING THROUGH THIS WORN OUT TOWN?
I'M TIRED OF THIS CITY. MAN I NEED TO GET OUT.
I'M TIRED OF THIS CITY. MAN I NEED TO GET OUT.

HOW CAN THINGS BE LOOKING UP WHEN WE'RE ALWAYS LOOKING DOWN
AT OUR WORN SHOES WALKING THROUGH THIS WORN OUT TOWN?
WE'RE TIRED OF THIS CITY. MAN WE NEED TO GET OUT.
BUT WE'RE TOO BUSY TALKING SHIT TO EVER FIGURE IT OUT.
Track Name: The Good Old Days
'TIS THE SEASON TO OPEN OLD WOUNDS.
LET MY PAST BLEED OUT AND DROWN MY HAPPINESS WITH GLOOM.
POSITIVITY UNCOMMONLY LOW.
SPENDING ANOTHER HOLIDAY WITH A FAMILY THAT AIN’T MY OWN.
THEY SAY IT GOES DEEPER THAN GENETICS.
“A FAMILY IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT” AND ITS TRUE. YEAH, I GET IT.
BUT THIS IS DIFFERENT. THE ONLY WAY TO UNDERSTAND
IS BY FEELING THE STING FROM THE BACK OF YOUR MOTHERS HAND.
17 YEARS OLD. PACKING MY BAGS.
TOOK ALL THE PIECES OF MY FUTURE, THREW THEM RIGHT IN THE TRASH.
OUT ON MY OWN. FOUND A PLACE TO CALL MY “HOME”
BUT EVER SINCE THERES BEEN A PART OF ME THATS ALWAYS FELT ALONE.

MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST
FILLED WITH THOSE PHOTOS FROM A TIME WHEN LIFE WAS LESS FUCKED UP.
ITS NOT WORTH IT TO WASTE ONE TEAR.
ITS NOT WORTH IT TO WASTE ONE TEAR.
MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST
FILLED WITH THOSE PHOTOS FROM A TIME WHEN LIFE WAS LESS FUCKED UP.
ITS NOT WORTH IT TO WASTE ONE TEAR.
BECAUSE THOSE DAYS ARE GONE. YEAH, ITS PERFECTLY CLEAR.

THAT THOSE “GOOD OLD DAYS” WERE NEVER GOOD AT ALL.
NO, THOSE “GOOD OLD DAYS” WERE NEVER GOOD AT ALL.

THE DAYS TURNED INTO WEEKS. THE WEEKS TURNED INTO MONTHS.
THE MONTHS TURNED INTO FIVE YEARS AND DRIED UP TEAR DUCTS.
SEVERED CONNECTIONS. I’VE CUT ALL TIES.
AND NOW I COULDN'T EVEN SAY IF MY MOM WAS DEAD OR ALIVE.
THE SUN SET AND IT NEVER CAME BACK.
MY EARTHS ROTATION STOPPED SO I STAYED ON THIS DARK PATH.
DUG A DEEP HOLE AND PUT MY PAST IN THE GRAVE.
AND TO THIS DAY I'M STILL HIDING. STILL RUNNING AWAY.
I’VE GOTTEN COMFORTABLE WITH BEING ALONE.
I'VE GOTTEN COMFORTABLE WITH EMPTINESS BECOMING MY HOME.

MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST
FILLED WITH THOSE PHOTOS FROM A TIME WHEN LIFE WAS LESS FUCKED UP.
ITS NOT WORTH IT TO WASTE ONE TEAR.
THOSE DAYS ARE GONE. YEAH, ITS PERFECTLY CLEAR..
MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST.
UNDER LOCK AND KEY. I'LL NEVER OPEN IT UP.
MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST .
JUST LET THE COBWEBS COVER IT UP.

REAL TALK. I WALK THE WALK LIKE A NEEDLE ON A RECORD.
SKIP, SKIP, SKIPPIN' PAST THE PARTS I WANNA HEAR.
THOSE DAYS ARE GONE, YEAH ITS PERFECTLY CLEAR.

THAT THOSE “GOOD OLD DAYS” WERE NEVER GOOD AT ALL.
NO, THOSE “GOOD OLD DAYS” WERE NEVER GOOD AT ALL.

MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST
FILLED WITH THOSE PHOTOS FROM A TIME WHEN LIFE WAS LESS FUCKED UP.
ITS NOT WORTH IT TO WASTE ONE TEAR.
THOSE DAYS ARE GONE. YEAH, ITS PERFECTLY CLEAR.
MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST.
UNDER LOCK AND KEY. I'LL NEVER OPEN IT UP.
MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST.
JUST LET THE COBWEBS COVER IT UP.

THOSE “GOOD OLD DAYS” WERE NEVER GOOD AT ALL.
NO, THOSE “GOOD OLD DAYS” WERE NEVER GOOD AT ALL.

MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST.
UNDER LOCK AND KEY. I'LL NEVER OPEN IT UP.
MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST.
JUST LET THE COBWEBS COVER IT UP.
Track Name: Perfect Blue // Ft. Crystal Madae
TOOK A TRIP AND I FELL RIGHT BACK
TO THE POSITION I WAS IN BEFORE I FELL OFF TRACK.
A VICIOUS CYCLE. A DOWNWARD SPIRAL.
ITS LIKE MY LIFE IS ON REPEAT AND NO, I CANT TURN THE DIAL.
LOVE OR LUST? I CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT
BUT I DON'T REALLY GIVE A FUCK. STAY IGNORANT TO MY DOUBT.
NOT SURE IF I WOULD EVEN CHANGE IT IF I WAS GIVEN THE CHANCE
BECAUSE THERE HAS TO BE A REASON THAT WE KEEP COMING BACK TO THIS.
YOU'VE LOST ME AND I'VE LOST YOU TOO.
BUT WE FOUND EACH OTHER AGAIN THE WAY THAT WE ALWAYS SEEM TO DO.
PRETEND ITS GOING TO WORK. LIGHT A MATCH AT BOTH ENDS.
WATCH IT BURN UP THEN TRY IT ALL OVER AGAIN.

YOU'VE BROKEN ME. YOU'VE BROKEN ME DOWN.
BUT STILL I KEEP CRAWLING BACK TO YOU
BECAUSE NOBODY KNOWS ME LIKE YOU DO.
YOU'VE BROKEN ME. YOU'VE BROKEN ME DOWN.
BUT STILL I KEEP CRAWLING BACK TO YOU
BECAUSE NOBODY LOVES YOU LIKE I DO.

WHY DO I FEEL THE NEED?
THE PERSISTENCE JUST TO BE WRAPPED IN YOUR ARMS?
MY BETRAYER. MY PRETENDER. MY PROTECTOR.
YOU HURT ME BAD. SO I QUIT YOU.
WHY DID IT TAKE SO LONG TO SEE?
MAYBE CAUSE OF ALL THE GOOD LOVE THAT YOU GAVE TO ME.
YOU GAVE IT SO GOOD.

YOU'VE BROKEN ME. YOU'VE BROKEN ME DOWN.
BUT STILL I KEEP CRAWLING BACK TO YOU
BECAUSE NOBODY KNOWS ME LIKE YOU DO.
YOU'VE BROKEN ME. YOU'VE BROKEN ME DOWN.
BUT STILL I KEEP CRAWLING BACK TO YOU
BECAUSE NOBODY LOVES YOU LIKE I DO.

YOU'RE BAD NEWS AND I KNOW IT
BUT I'M JUST WAITING TO SEE WHOSE TURN ITS GUNNA BE NOW TO BLOW IT.
LIFE’S KINDA FUNNY. YEAH, ITS REALLY A JOKE
BUT I'M NOT LAUGHING CAUSE THE IRONY IS MAKING ME CHOKE.
I'VE BEEN BITING MY TONGUE JUST TO SAY HELLO
BUT I JUST NEED YOU IN MY LIFE AND I WANT YOU TO KNOW
I'D GIVE IT ALL UP FOR ONE MORE CHANCE
EVEN THOUGH I KNOW WE'LL NEVER FIND THE RHYTHM TO DANCE.
IT'S SO STUPID. IT MAKES ME FEEL SO USELESS.
WE BOTH KNOW WHAT WANT BUT LACK THE COURAGE TO DO IT.
JUST BECAUSE WE WEREN’T BUILT TO HOLD THE WEIGHT OF ANOTHER
DOES NOT MEAN THAT WE CAN NOT FIND THE STRENGTH TO CARRY EACH OTHER.

IT MADE IT EASIER TO FORGET THAT THIS WONT WORK FOR ME.
NOW THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO RUN AND LET YOU BE.

YOU'VE BROKEN ME. YOU'VE BROKEN ME DOWN.
BUT STILL I KEEP CRAWLING BACK TO YOU
BECAUSE NOBODY KNOWS ME LIKE YOU DO.
YOU'VE BROKEN ME. YOU'VE BROKEN ME DOWN.
BUT STILL I KEEP CRAWLING BACK TO YOU
BECAUSE NOBODY LOVES YOU LIKE I DO.
Track Name: Royal Wedding // Ft. Basick Sickness
EYES OPEN. HIGH DEFINITION.
PRIME TIME SUICIDE. NO RESTRICTIONS.
BEHIND THE CURTAIN. UNDER THE MASK.
OPEN THE CASKET. LET ME PASS OUT.
BRAIN DEAD. JELLO JIGGLES IN MY HEAD.
SO MUCH NONSENSE STUCK INSIDE THIS GELATIN.
BAD HABITS OF THE RICH AND FAMOUS.
EYES GLUED TO THE GLAMOROUS BUT WHO CAN BLAME US?
RAT RACE. ALMOST AT THE FINISH LINE.
CRAWLING ON OUR HANDS AND KNEES TOWARDS THE SPOTLIGHT.
TOP OF THE PYRAMID. BOTTOM OF THE BARREL.
EYE TO EYE WITH SUICIDE. WERE STARING DOWN THE BARREL.
COCK BACK THE TRIGGER. WATCH THE RATINGS FLY.
AS WE SPLATTER OUR SOULS ACROSS THIS TECHNICOLOR SKY.
ITS HARD FOR US TO GROW WITH ALL THIS GLUTTON IN OUR BONES
EVER SINCE WE TRADED HUMAN INTERACTION FOR NEW CELL PHONES.

SO SPEAK UP OR BOW DOWN.
THERES A FINE LINE BETWEEN A KING OR A CLOWN.
I SAID SPEAK UP OR BOW DOWN.
SPEAK UP OR BOW DOWN.

FALSE CONTACT. LOW DEFINITION.
COMPUTERS TOO SLOW TO PROCESS AMBITION.
HARD DRIVE CRASH. SUFFERIN' SUCCOTASH.
SALVAGE THE WORKING PARTS AND THROW THE REST RIGHT IN THE TRASH.
PAINT A PICTURE. THE UGLIER THE BETTER.
SO CALLED REALITY SWIRLED INSIDE A BLENDER.
SLURP IT UP. TASTE DEFEAT.
DIGEST. SHIT. GET A SPOON AND REPEAT.

SOCIAL MEDIA WHATS IT REALLY MEAN TO YA?
IS IT REAL LIFE? SOMETHING THAT YOU GONNA FIEND FOR?
A LITTLE BIT OF ATTENTION RETENTION IS NONE
.
NEED I MENTION CYBER BULLIES GETTIN' WET WITH A GUN?
IT ALL STARTED OUT ON AOL THEN FLIPPED IT INTO MYSPACE
.
MODELS, BANDS AND EMCEES PLEASE STAY THE FUCK OUT MY FACE.

I KID, I KID, PLEASE POST ANOTHER MIRROR PIC

WITH YOU IN THAT BIKINI WHILE YOUR FRIEND BEHIND YOU TAKES A SHIT.

HTML IS TRADED LIKE DRUGS.
STAY UP OFF THE INTERNET CUZ IT'S FULL OF THUGS.
THEN WE SWITCHED TO FACEBOOK. NOW I’M ON MY TWITTER SHIT.
TAKING PICTURES OF SOME WEED SO FEDS CAN GET A WHIFF OF IT.
FUCKING IDIOTS BIG BROTHER IS ON IT AND IF U KEEP FLASHIN THAT MONEY I.R.S. GONNA AUDIT.
WHO'S SENDIN' N00DZ? CUZ SELF ESTEEM IS MAD LOW

AND I CANT HELP BUT LAUGH AND FUCKIN' ASK IF “R U MAD BRO?”

SO SPEAK UP OR BOW DOWN.
THERES A FINE LINE BETWEEN A KING OR A CLOWN.
I SAID STAND UP OR BOW DOWN.
PULL DOWN YOUR MASK. TAKE OFF YOUR CROWN.

WHATCHA WANT? TELL ME WHATCHA NEED?
GOT ALL YOUR SICK SAD DREAMS BUY ONE, GET ONE FREE.
ACT NOW, WHILE SUPPLIES LAST.
ACT NOW, WHILE SUPPLIES LAST.
WHATCHA WANT? TELL ME WHATCHA NEED?
GOT ALL YOUR SICK SAD DREAMS BUY ONE, GET ONE FREE.
ACT NOW, WHILE SUPPLIES LAST.
LIMITED SUPPLY AND YES, THEY'RE GOING FAST.

SO SPEAK UP OR BOW DOWN.
THERES A FINE LINE BETWEEN A KING OR A CLOWN.
I SAID SPEAK UP OR BOW DOWN.
SPEAK UP OR BOW DOWN.

LEGS OPEN. PURE EXHIBITION.
SELLING OUR SOULS TO FEED OUR ADDICTIONS.
NO SHAME IN FIFTEEN MINUTES OF FAME BUT TELL ME
HOW LOW WOULD YOU GO FOR THEM TO REMEMBER YOUR NAME FOREVER?
YOU KNOW THAT NOTHING LASTS FOREVER.
FIRST PLACE CHASE. EVERYBODY’S A CONTENDER.
LIFE’S NOT A GAME SO THERES NOTHING TO WIN
AND I'D RATHER BE FORGOTTEN THAN REMEMBERED FOR GIVING IN.
Track Name: Paper Football (Re: Old Letters)
THIS CHANGE IN THE WEATHER IT REMINDS ME OF YOU.
THE SPRING CAME WHEN WE MET AND OUR HEARTS WERE IN BLOOM.
THEN SUMMER CAME AND THE SUNSHINE HAD CONQUERED OUR LIVES.
BUT WITH THE FALL CAME OUR DOWNFALL TO NO BIG SURPRISE.
THE WINTER MONTHS SPENT QUIET, COLD AND ALONE.
BUT NOW THE SPRING IS COMING BACK AND MY EMOTIONS ARE THROWN.
PUT DOWN THE PHONE BRIAN. PUT DOWN THE PHONE.
YOUR BETTER OFF ALONE MAN. LEAVE IT ALONE.

YOUR BETTER OFF ALONE MAN. LEAVE IT ALONE.

SO THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BREATH? I TOTALLY FORGOT.
THE WEIGHT ON MY CHEST FROM THE STRESS HAD IT BLOCKED.
I THOUGHT THAT I COULD NEVER LIVE WITHOUT YOU BUT THEN SUDDENLY I...
I WASN'T AFRAID. I WASN'T AFRAID TO DIE.

I MEAN, WHAT DID I REALLY HAVE TO LOSE?
STEPPED OUT THE SECOND HAND STORE WITH A HEART THAT HAD BEEN TOO USED.
DAMN. DADDY NEEDS A NEW PAIR OF SHOES.
BUT EVERY TIME I ROLL THESE DICE, SNAKE EYES AND I LOSE.
GAMBLE WITH LOVE? YEAH, I GOT AN ADDICTION.
HOPELESS ROMANTIC? YEAH, I FIT THE DESCRIPTION.
THEY SAY THE GRASS IS GREENER... THAT THERES PLENTY OF FISHES
BUT I'D RATHER SWIM ALONE THAN WITH THESE PIRANHA BITCHES.
DIGGING MY DITCHES. DIGGING MY GRAVES.
BURY MY HOPE WHERE THESE SKELETONS LAY.
IM TALKING SIX FEET DEEP IN PERMANENT SLEEP.
WE ONCE SAID WE LOVED EACH OTHER BUT I GUESS TALK IS CHEAP.

I SWEAR ON EVERYTHING THAT I LOVE THIS IS THE LAST SONG
I'LL EVER WRITE ABOUT A GIRL BECAUSE I THOUGHT I FOUND THE RIGHT ONE.
YEAH, THE RIGHT ONE...BUT I WAS WRONG SO...

PESSIMIST. AIN'T A THING THAT CAN CHANGE ME.
FEELING BRAND NEW, CALL ME JESSE LACEY.
THE FIRST SONG FOR YOUR MIX-TAPE AND ITS PROBABLY MY DEATH WISH
BUT FUCK IT... I GOT MORE SPINE THAN A JELLYFISH.
I THINK WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY.
I'M STARTING TO BECOME EVERYTHING I NEVER WANTED TO BE.
WHEN IT DESERVED TO BE ALIVE, YEAH, I'VE SEEN LOVE DIE
BUT EVERY STORY HAS AN END AND I'M NOT LOOKING FOR A RETRY.

I SWEAR ON EVERYTHING THAT I LOVE THIS IS THE LAST SONG
I'LL EVER WRITE ABOUT A GIRL BECAUSE I THOUGHT I FOUND THE RIGHT ONE.
YEAH, THE RIGHT ONE...BUT I WAS WRONG SO FUCK THE WORLD.

YOUR BETTER OFF ALONE MAN. LEAVE IT ALONE.

REPAIR ME. IM COMING UNGLUED.
BLOOD RED HANDS WITH A CASE OF THE BLUES.
DOES PULLING THIS TRIGGER MAKE THE MURDERER?
I PULLED THE TRIGGER BUT I AM NOT THE MURDERER.

I AM NOT THE MURDERER.

FOR THE RECORD, THINGS WITH US WERE NEVER THAT BAD.
FOR THE RECORD, I KNOW YOU PUT IN ALL THAT YOU HAD.
BUT IT JUST WASN'T ENOUGH AND NO I COULDN'T BE MAD.
WE WERE JUST TWO DIFFERENT SOULS TRYING TO WALK THE SAME PATH.
YOU ONCE WERE MY SUNSHINE ON THE DARKEST OF DAYS
BUT IT HAD BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAD FELT YOUR RAYS.
I WAS FREEZING. OUR LOVE HAD GROWN COLD.
WE BEGGED AND WE BORROWED. WE GAVE UP CONTROL.

THESE ARE THE WORDS I NEVER WANTED TO SAY.
GOODBYE. FAREWELL. GO AWAY.

YOUR BETTER OFF ALONE MAN. LEAVE IT ALONE.

I SWEAR ON EVERYTHING THAT I LOVE THIS IS THE LAST SONG
I'LL EVER WRITE ABOUT A GIRL BECAUSE I THOUGHT I FOUND THE RIGHT ONE.
WRONG AGAIN, SON... IT'S ALL FUCKED, MAN. FUCK THE WORLD.

YOUR BETTER OFF ALONE MAN. LEAVE IT ALONE.

LEAVE IT ALONE, BRIAN. LEAVE IT ALONE.
PUT DOWN THE PEN, MAN. SHES NOT COMING HOME.
Track Name: Let Me Sleep
TINT MY EYES SO EVERYTHING LOOKS GREY.
I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE ANOTHER SUNNY DAY.
I WANT TO LIVE ON THE SPACES IN BETWEEN.
BLEND THE BLACKS & WHITES TOGETHER, LET ME FLOAT ABOVE THE TREES.
WATCH ME FALL LIKE DEAD LEAVES. THE WIND TAKES ME AWAY.
NO CONTROL OVER MY DESTINY. JUST GUIDED BY FATE.
IVE BEEN A DEER IN THESE HEADLIGHTS MORE TIMES THAN I CAN COUNT.
SO DON'T TRY TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK MY LIFE IS ALL ABOUT.

I DIDN’T THINK HAVING A VOICE WOULD GET ME SENT TO THE GALLOWS
SO JUST PAINT THE WORLD BLACK AND LET ME DROWN IN THE SHADOWS.
TAKE A NEEDLE FULL OF A CLOROX, PUMP IT RIGHT IN MY VEINS
SO I CAN BLEACH OUT MY MEMORIES AND DIE A CLEAN SLATE.
I'VE GIVEN UP BEING A MAN YOU’D WANNA BRING HOME TO YOUR MOTHER.
A MAN WHO LAYS HIS TRUST IN THE ARMS OF ANOTHER.
WE FUCKED UP THE AIR. WE FUCKED UP THE WATER.
WE FUCKED UP OUR FUTURE. WE FUCKED UP EACH OTHER.

AM I STRONG ENOUGH TO CARRY ALL THIS BULLSHIT THAT I'VE DONE?
BEYOND HEAVY. THESE BURDENS WEIGH A TON.
EVERYBODY'S CHASING RAINBOWS BUT I DON'T NEED A POT OF GOLD.
UNLESS IT HOLDS ENOUGH WORTH TO SOMEHOW BUY A NEW SOUL.
I WISH THINGS WERE DIFFERENT. DOOMED TO NEVER CHANGE.
GOT USED TO EVERY HOPE I HAVE JUST CRUMBLING AWAY.
IF YOU BUILD IT THEN THEY SAY THAT THEY'LL COME.
TOO BAD THE DREAM THAT I'M BUILDING ONLY HAS ENOUGH ROOM FOR ONE.

I’VE FALLEN OFF LIFE’S CLICK TRACK. CANT SEEM TO FOLLOW THE RHYTHM
BECAUSE I'M HAVING TROUBLE JUST HEARING THE PLAYBACK.
TOO YOUNG. TOO POOR.
TOO OLD. TOO SORE.

I HAVE NEVER BEEN MUCH OF A LOVER.
MAYBE BECAUSE I NEVER CARED MUCH FOR MY MOTHER.
I HAVEN’T BEEN KIND TO MANY DAUGHTERS.
MAYBE BECAUSE I NEVER LEARNED IT FROM MY FATHER.
I’VE NEVER KNOWN HOW TO SHOW EMOTION.
RIPPED THE HEART FROM MY CHEST AND THREW IT INTO THE OCEAN.
SO MANY HAVE TRIED SO HARD TO GO AND FIND IT
BUT THE SHARKS IN THESE WATERS HAVE A MIGHTY VICIOUS DIET.

I WRAP MY ARMS AROUND NOTHING ANYMORE.
AND THESE SMILES I HAVE TO FAKE HAVE BECOME SUCH A CHORE.
REPLACED MY LOVE WITH A BOTTLE FULL OF RUM.
DRANK AWAY ALL OF MY PRIDE AND DROWNED THE FIRE FROM MY SUN
BUT I DON'T MIND BECAUSE I'VE ALWAYS LIKED THE LIGHTS LOW.
DARK ENOUGH TO GET AROUND WHILE DANCING THROUGH THE SHADOWS.
THE SAD STORIES THAT WE ALL LOVE TO SING.
THE HEARTBREAKS AND THE EMPTINESS IN BETWEEN.

I’VE FALLEN OFF LIFE’S CLICK TRACK. CANT SEEM TO FOLLOW THE RHYTHM
BECAUSE I'M HAVING TROUBLE JUST HEARING THE PLAYBACK.
STARING OUT THE WINDOW, FOCUSED ON THE SKYLINE.
DREAMING OF MY FUTURE, FOCUSED ON THE TIMELINE.

I'M SO TIRED OF BEING TIRED. JUST PUT ME TO SLEEP.
DON’T LET ME WAKE UP. JUST LET ME DREAM.
OF THE WIFE AND THE KIDS AND THE HOUSE BY THE SEA.
DON’T LET ME WAKE UP. JUST LET ME DREAM.
BECAUSE THIS HOUSE IS NO HOME. NOBODY BUT ME.
NO RING ON MY FINGER. NO FAMILY TREE.
CUT ME WIDE OPEN. THERES NOTHING TO SEE.
DON’T CALL AN AMBULANCE. JUST LET ME BLEED.
I’VE FALLEN OFF LIFE’S CLICK TRACK. CANT SEEM TO FOLLOW THE RHYTHM
BECAUSE I'M HAVING TROUBLE JUST HEARING THE PLAYBACK.
TOO YOUNG. TOO POOR. TOO OLD. TOO SORE.

TONIGHT I WATCHED THE SUN SET FOR THE VERY LAST TIME
WITH A DOUBLE BARREL GLUED RIGHT IN BETWEEN MY DAMN EYES.
TOO TIRED TO CARE AND GOING NOWHERE.
PULLED THE TRIGGER BACK TIGHT AND DECORATED THE AIR.
I WATCHED MYSELF DIE TODAY.
NO FINAL WORDS. THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT TO SAY.
WE FUCKED UP THE AIR. WE FUCKED UP THE WATER.
WE FUCKED UP OUR FUTURE. WE FUCKED UP EACH OTHER.
Track Name: Scenekiller/Scenefucker // Ft. Kiltervision & Josh Escoto (Bonus Track)
I DON’T BELIEVE IN ART ANYMORE.
CUT, COPY, PASTE. THATS ALL WE'RE GOOD FOR.
DEAD END. IT SHOULDN'T TAKE A SCIENTIST
TO SEE THAT THIS RECYCLING IS KILLING OUR ENVIRONMENT.
WHATS REALLY LEFT TO BE SAID?
WRITING THE SAME DAMN SONGS OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
NOTHING NEW TO SAY BUT STILL WE'RE MOVING OUR LIPS.
I GUESS ITS SAFE TO SAY THE POLITICS DON'T REALLY MEAN SHIT.
EVERYBODY WANTS TO EAT AND DRINK THE SAME.
LIVE AND BREATHE IN AN ENVIRONMENT OF FORTUNE AND FAME.
DOLLAR SIGNS IN OUR EYES. THE CHAINS OF DEBT AROUND OUR NECK
TRYING TO PAY FOR THE RESPECT OUR EGOS HAVE GROWN TO EXPECT.
ITS COMMON TREND TO SEEK THE BARGAINS FOR SUCCESS.
BE BETTER THAN THE BEST FOR WHATEVER COSTS LESS.
OUT ON THE CORNER LIKE THE WHORES WE'VE BECOME.
BUT HOW CAN YOU SELL YOUR SOUL IF YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE ONE?

OH, WE DON’T BELIEVE. THE WEAK ARE ALWAYS HIDING SO TAKE ALL THAT YOU PLEASE
MAKE SURE YOUR LEGACY’S MINE
OH, WE DON’T BELIEVE. THE WEAK ARE ALWAYS HIDING SO TAKE ALL THAT YOU PLEASE
RATHER BE SOLD THEN TO BE SET FREE

NOW I'M 'A BLAST OFF
. SEE I JAM RAW.

I GOT QUICKSAND FOR YOUR DICK FANS

AND A BACKHANDING FOR THAT BITCH PLANKING.

DAMAGE. IT'S THE EXACTO DEFACTO.

METASTASIZED MEMES IN A LASSO
 LIKE ARGO.

SEE FARGO GETS COLD AND YOU WIND UP
 IN A WOOD CHIPPER.

GARBAGE IN GARBAGE OUT.
 DRAMATURGY BITCH GLITTER.

MAN COOKS THE BOOKS WITH THE RIGHTEOUS ECONOMICS

WHILE HIS SON'S UP ON FACEBOOK
 WITH DUCK LIPS AND CHRONIC.
BE WHAT YOU BE.
 DON'T YOU BE MORE THAN NOTHING.
COMMON MAN YOU GOTTA BE MORE THAN NOTHING.
I NEED A CAPTION OVER ME, DAILY, THAT READS
"SOMEONE PLEASE PAY ME FOR WHITEWASHING RHYTHM THAT PUKED UP FROM BABIES."

OH, WE DON’T BELIEVE. THE WEAK ARE ALWAYS HIDING SO TAKE ALL THAT YOU PLEASE
MAKE SURE YOUR LEGACY’S MINE
OH, WE DON’T BELIEVE. THE WEAK ARE ALWAYS HIDING SO TAKE ALL THAT YOU PLEASE
RATHER BE SOLD THEN TO BE SET FREE

RATHER BE SOLD THEN TO BE SET FREE