Absent Minded
Scientific Nightmare (wardrobe)
Skeletons in the closet
Grandiosity in my headphones
Sentimental image
I'm better than myself
Altruistic nature
With no sense of danger
Willing to pay the price
Another selfless sacrifice
Top of the world on my feet
Just to help the starving eat
Ignoring the word on the street
Searching again for something to bleed
Stumbling in the cold
Searching for sleep
We're all gods' children
Never going to grow up
We're all spiritual
Capable of our love
We're all we got
Gotta pull for each other
There are have nots of what we have
A reality of the last supper
Sure you are a superstar
And you can afford a beautiful car
Got a gold chain wrapped around your neck
I'll be able to afford so much more
If I am what you bought
I'll sing your children to death
As I afford a new wardrobe
And wear a new forty thousand dollar watch
I'm putting all my monsters in your closet
Animosity in the headphones
The sentimental image just may go hand and hand
To where you are better off alone
Yeah your life sucks
But feel sorry for me
I'm profiting from this truth
I'm profiting from your misery
Locked and broken
Thrown away the key
Wearing these shades of what I see
Scarred and hoping
The problems of you
Are the problems in me
Whose got a problem with the world
That loves everybody?
No I'm not here
To wreck your so called fun
No I'm not alone here
Suffering from things you've done
I'm not sane
But a metaphor needing love
I'm not below anything
Forgiveness lost in things we've become
And you are there
You are not beneath me
A different kind of suicide
Ending the old life
Murderous slander
To keep something alive
Presenting all of these issues
We wear like suits in our minds
Now the string are here
Waiting to be tied
Now the truth is
Scared to live its life
Monopoly learns new ways to cheat at life
Now life is our game of retreat
Inflated deflation
Robs our future blind
Life imprisonment
Of a game called retreat
Forward march of the rats
Angels of deceit.
I can afford to sell innocence
Or I'll afford to sell my pain
I'll learn to sell my lessons
And we can all learn
All the same.
Grandiosity in my headphones
Sentimental image
I'm better than myself
Altruistic nature
With no sense of danger
Willing to pay the price
Another selfless sacrifice
Top of the world on my feet
Just to help the starving eat
Ignoring the word on the street
Searching again for something to bleed
Stumbling in the cold
Searching for sleep
We're all gods' children
Never going to grow up
We're all spiritual
Capable of our love
We're all we got
Gotta pull for each other
There are have nots of what we have
A reality of the last supper
Sure you are a superstar
And you can afford a beautiful car
Got a gold chain wrapped around your neck
I'll be able to afford so much more
If I am what you bought
I'll sing your children to death
As I afford a new wardrobe
And wear a new forty thousand dollar watch
I'm putting all my monsters in your closet
Animosity in the headphones
The sentimental image just may go hand and hand
To where you are better off alone
Yeah your life sucks
But feel sorry for me
I'm profiting from this truth
I'm profiting from your misery
Locked and broken
Thrown away the key
Wearing these shades of what I see
Scarred and hoping
The problems of you
Are the problems in me
Whose got a problem with the world
That loves everybody?
No I'm not here
To wreck your so called fun
No I'm not alone here
Suffering from things you've done
I'm not sane
But a metaphor needing love
I'm not below anything
Forgiveness lost in things we've become
And you are there
You are not beneath me
A different kind of suicide
Ending the old life
Murderous slander
To keep something alive
Presenting all of these issues
We wear like suits in our minds
Now the string are here
Waiting to be tied
Now the truth is
Scared to live its life
Monopoly learns new ways to cheat at life
Now life is our game of retreat
Inflated deflation
Robs our future blind
Life imprisonment
Of a game called retreat
Forward march of the rats
Angels of deceit.
I can afford to sell innocence
Or I'll afford to sell my pain
I'll learn to sell my lessons
And we can all learn
All the same.
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Scientific Nightmare (wardrobe)
Scientific Nightmare (wardrobe)