Absent Minded
How everything in the world is my fault
You want someone to blame for your wars and stuff?
blame me
that might sound nonchalant like i dont mean it
but when i was just a kid
and the world was trying to teach the youth
how one day they were goin gto grow up to be blamed
there i was alone in my parents house
doing homewoark
interrupted
talking to the television about politics
not taking it seriously
wanna know whose idea it was for 911?
mine
wanna know why?
if you were talking to your television
and they explained nothing to you
would you take it seriously?
so now its happened just like I told them it would
I'm sure you dont believe me
wether or not they pulled off the perfect crime i told them soo much
of how it would go down and why they shouldnt blacmail and entrap the youth
for arts of war
They told me to run away
I didnt l;isten
I didn't take it serious
You know marilyn manson?
You know eminem?
You know aroun dthe time alanis morisette changed her career....
Yup my idea
Holy wars and stuff
all me
Mental hospitals with swimming pools
and even my doctors names
I called them pedophiles for watching me
and wasnt sure oif they were
and the beautiful people i didnt care if they were or weren't
so what did i do
i protested with porn
i broke into houises
and partied
i was a sick cookie in case they were watching
i hope they were
those sick bastards
It was my fault the towers fell
but there i was in the hospital trying to stop the whole thing
and why would they do this to a youth?
well in the future in a few years the worlds fgoing to be my fault anyway
so here i am a few years later
and everythings my fault
all your satanism
and the controversial white rapper
your wars and stuff
believe it or not
it was me
I remember it like yesterday
writing on that small oval fake marble table
watching much music doing socila studies homework
and then trying to give myself follacio afterwards and calling them pedophiles
I named names that would slide into my life
and they are here today
I named places ive never been i never thought existed
and ive seen them
ive lived in them
po box 6066 dream acres
my idea
no lie
Ever heard of Korn
my idea to help troubled teens and stuff
The reason canad is a big mixing pot country
my idea
the city of festivals
you can take whatever credit you want
but i know its mine
You can hate me all you want
but ive cried selfishly all i could
ive cried selflessly as much as i possibly can
and here is what i have
the world on my shoulders and how its all my fault
what they tell american kids about different countries in school
ME ME ME
and no one knows anything
but somewhere floating in space
on the sattelite i told them to progrtam a certain way is the truth
this autopilot discoball camera that revolves around places im going to be and go
and i know i keep haunting the slide
thats what i call it
its my object to crave
The reason my names are songs
my idea actually
lighting ahouse on fire to end up in a menatl istitute
i remember talking to the television abou ththat
i told them id need help being brainwashed into it and how to use crystal meth
and music to help me
and the reason i wanted in there was to learn psychology and medications that make peoiple fat and skinny and to stop a war
look for those who would listen and those who would fight or follow
Your world is my fault
and i sit here all day typing to make it better
im not sure if you all kno wit or what
im scared but sometimes dont care
ive tried suicide but then youd just doi t to someone else
so herte i am wondering what does this world expect me to do to change this world?
a world that inspired one man
through their tragedies
a world that listened to me
a world that didnt know i was serious when i said i wasnt taking them serious
when they said they were taking me serious when i made all my hoirrible plans to unveil all my pain and rath
Living whgere i live now
was my idea from years ago
throwing rocks into the future and living them out is easy if you know how
but living threough it is hard
like what am i supposed to do
im not sure who i am
but now im starting to think maybe my father was somebody
maybe my father was murdered and made his youngest some kind of king
maybe im nothing and this is spome protest and its a terrible thing
i dont know its a mystery
but here i am world
somewhere
where soo much is my ault fopr not taking things seriously
I have some decisions to make in the future for the rocks i remember throwing
and the world is definately going to owe me a few favors
but call me crazy or not
i know it for a fact
I will discover the truth
as dangerous as it is
and since i have no one to trust
maybe i will just spin in circles screaming badguy badguy badguy
as i throw grenades at every side
I tried to warn you
i protested your fashion magazines by stealing underwear
and designer clothing
I protested your porn by pilphering it and lighting it on fire
I protested your music in soo many ways
I protested as i got what i wanted
and in the future by the time i get what i want again for the rocks im throwing into the future now
it probably wont be what i want
soon i'll just have to learn the meaning of the word instant and send out waves
but if you ever feel like blaming anyone for the state of the world
start with me
then look in the mirror
and you ahve no idea how much ive suffered
for you to have what little is left
But how am i to teach the next generation that one day
the world is going to be their fault and they better start caring
and never stop
it doesnt matter
its still going to be my fault
like this is hell and jesus i smaking his escape and im guarding the door and im going to be blamed
for his escape
No one can relate to me
i feel like my loved ones are trying to kill me
like those who say theyu love me want me dead
and thats my fault too
This world has no idea what its done to me
it would have been on ething to have those conversations and nothing happen
and its an entirely different story to know your under rug swept
and the centr of practically every conspiracy
because you didnt take the television serious when it said they were blackmailing you
I'm done hiding now
Its me
the world is my fault
and if you stopped watching like i told you too
i said id find you again for the next layer of the betterment of the world
and if youve been watching against my will
youre screwed
and im not sorry
blame me
that might sound nonchalant like i dont mean it
but when i was just a kid
and the world was trying to teach the youth
how one day they were goin gto grow up to be blamed
there i was alone in my parents house
doing homewoark
interrupted
talking to the television about politics
not taking it seriously
wanna know whose idea it was for 911?
mine
wanna know why?
if you were talking to your television
and they explained nothing to you
would you take it seriously?
so now its happened just like I told them it would
I'm sure you dont believe me
wether or not they pulled off the perfect crime i told them soo much
of how it would go down and why they shouldnt blacmail and entrap the youth
for arts of war
They told me to run away
I didnt l;isten
I didn't take it serious
You know marilyn manson?
You know eminem?
You know aroun dthe time alanis morisette changed her career....
Yup my idea
Holy wars and stuff
all me
Mental hospitals with swimming pools
and even my doctors names
I called them pedophiles for watching me
and wasnt sure oif they were
and the beautiful people i didnt care if they were or weren't
so what did i do
i protested with porn
i broke into houises
and partied
i was a sick cookie in case they were watching
i hope they were
those sick bastards
It was my fault the towers fell
but there i was in the hospital trying to stop the whole thing
and why would they do this to a youth?
well in the future in a few years the worlds fgoing to be my fault anyway
so here i am a few years later
and everythings my fault
all your satanism
and the controversial white rapper
your wars and stuff
believe it or not
it was me
I remember it like yesterday
writing on that small oval fake marble table
watching much music doing socila studies homework
and then trying to give myself follacio afterwards and calling them pedophiles
I named names that would slide into my life
and they are here today
I named places ive never been i never thought existed
and ive seen them
ive lived in them
po box 6066 dream acres
my idea
no lie
Ever heard of Korn
my idea to help troubled teens and stuff
The reason canad is a big mixing pot country
my idea
the city of festivals
you can take whatever credit you want
but i know its mine
You can hate me all you want
but ive cried selfishly all i could
ive cried selflessly as much as i possibly can
and here is what i have
the world on my shoulders and how its all my fault
what they tell american kids about different countries in school
ME ME ME
and no one knows anything
but somewhere floating in space
on the sattelite i told them to progrtam a certain way is the truth
this autopilot discoball camera that revolves around places im going to be and go
and i know i keep haunting the slide
thats what i call it
its my object to crave
The reason my names are songs
my idea actually
lighting ahouse on fire to end up in a menatl istitute
i remember talking to the television abou ththat
i told them id need help being brainwashed into it and how to use crystal meth
and music to help me
and the reason i wanted in there was to learn psychology and medications that make peoiple fat and skinny and to stop a war
look for those who would listen and those who would fight or follow
Your world is my fault
and i sit here all day typing to make it better
im not sure if you all kno wit or what
im scared but sometimes dont care
ive tried suicide but then youd just doi t to someone else
so herte i am wondering what does this world expect me to do to change this world?
a world that inspired one man
through their tragedies
a world that listened to me
a world that didnt know i was serious when i said i wasnt taking them serious
when they said they were taking me serious when i made all my hoirrible plans to unveil all my pain and rath
Living whgere i live now
was my idea from years ago
throwing rocks into the future and living them out is easy if you know how
but living threough it is hard
like what am i supposed to do
im not sure who i am
but now im starting to think maybe my father was somebody
maybe my father was murdered and made his youngest some kind of king
maybe im nothing and this is spome protest and its a terrible thing
i dont know its a mystery
but here i am world
somewhere
where soo much is my ault fopr not taking things seriously
I have some decisions to make in the future for the rocks i remember throwing
and the world is definately going to owe me a few favors
but call me crazy or not
i know it for a fact
I will discover the truth
as dangerous as it is
and since i have no one to trust
maybe i will just spin in circles screaming badguy badguy badguy
as i throw grenades at every side
I tried to warn you
i protested your fashion magazines by stealing underwear
and designer clothing
I protested your porn by pilphering it and lighting it on fire
I protested your music in soo many ways
I protested as i got what i wanted
and in the future by the time i get what i want again for the rocks im throwing into the future now
it probably wont be what i want
soon i'll just have to learn the meaning of the word instant and send out waves
but if you ever feel like blaming anyone for the state of the world
start with me
then look in the mirror
and you ahve no idea how much ive suffered
for you to have what little is left
But how am i to teach the next generation that one day
the world is going to be their fault and they better start caring
and never stop
it doesnt matter
its still going to be my fault
like this is hell and jesus i smaking his escape and im guarding the door and im going to be blamed
for his escape
No one can relate to me
i feel like my loved ones are trying to kill me
like those who say theyu love me want me dead
and thats my fault too
This world has no idea what its done to me
it would have been on ething to have those conversations and nothing happen
and its an entirely different story to know your under rug swept
and the centr of practically every conspiracy
because you didnt take the television serious when it said they were blackmailing you
I'm done hiding now
Its me
the world is my fault
and if you stopped watching like i told you too
i said id find you again for the next layer of the betterment of the world
and if youve been watching against my will
youre screwed
and im not sorry
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