Absent Minded
Who I am
I think my brains are borrowed or made of plastic
a genius prophet found a way to steal a soul
and thats why im not hollow
Death was convinced to allow a certain king back onto earth
and i am all of these things
Born into this world who i am
a man with a mental illness and night terrors
his brain gets him when hes sleeping or awake
perhaps im the genius brainwashed and suffering
but i doubt it but i am all of these things
a whining crying snivelling lover lost in aworld of hate
god's game to make happy
i dont think so?
gods gift from the fates to appease
and i am the one who surprises the almighty
for no matter what he does he can never be wrong
he punishes me
and oh well hes got the body of that terrible king
he loves me
and congratulations god
you did the right thing
this tortured soul didnt deserve anything
he leaves me alone
and watch me walk in intricate circles god has already taught me
but you dont get how upset and miserable i am
how hard it is to be these things
how i am always the victom and dont know how to slide away from my curse
how im always in teras and love is just another weapon
and low and behold anyone who can make me happy earns something
and if their team fails then what?
My emotions are exaggerated
so im either really happy or really sad
but ive never been really happy
and this makes me sometimes really mad
Im smart and yet gullible if that helps at all
I'll fall for everything and am easily manipulated but wait
in the end i get the last laugh and youll be addicted
for the next dose of my hell
for me to cry for you
and listen of the urban legend
of the poor king beg for death
So god has aplan to make me happy?
im the most impossible person to please in every possible way
id give anything for amoment of a smile and feel it
and im a good actor by the way
for i cant always wear my heart on my sleeve
and how can the world play?
theres a few different roles to purchase nowadays
its not like it used to be
but now you can play trhe game of driving me crazy
or rubbing your happiness and success in my face
as i am jealous as a scorpio
for the end result of me killing myself
and then the clincher is when the future goes to blame you
you can point over here at me
the proof of the power of god
the king
your sins forgiven
and no matter what you did it didnt make a difference
And i cry for you sometimes at least
in this circle in my head
knowing im a game for either love or hate
and you lost already pretty much
since your trying to do all of the above at the exact same time
rubbing my wounds of jealousy and your happiness
so id do myself in
singing songs and telling me stories to drive me around the bend
as im already full of voices and seasonal depression
and hey isnt love a good weapon?
but the circle goes around further for i know
i cant win
i cant go on much longer feeling this experience
and noo nes listening to whatever the hell i am
and im just making it worse
plastic brains
stolen soul of a dead king
crazy man
and all my emotions on overdrive
like a social experiment on the world's free will to choose love or hate
and gods broken toy can never be worked the wrong way
so even when i hate the world i have my reasons you see
youve done alot of bad things to me
and poisoned yourselves to get to me for fun
I am the one being on this planet
not created in gods image
lost in a world of hate looking for love
being taught how to hate and never learning
i am the sum of the souls conspiracy in real life
and man protesting me
but its not my fault i didnt ask to be born
so from hell to hell i go
knowing who i am now
and no matter what i do pleases the lord
but ohnestly
i never want to see this place again
or feel how i feel
its not my fault
im tired of the pain
nightmares
and insanity
as i try to make the world around me better
and people treat me poorly
so whoever is responsible for creating me
in this conspiracy of souls
your bad babysitters
evil and manipulative
and im still working on gods surprise holiday reluctantly
I just hope i die before anyone gives me the cup to everlasting life
and i hope its not a feat of unequal measure to get god to care
that even if im uninvited
and his gift to be tortured bought or sold or whatever
i want a life of my own
and to at least feel happy so i know this world isnt a hell
and god truly isnt satan
and everything isnt backwards
because until then
mans plan is going to win
and who i am is under rug swept again
a genius prophet found a way to steal a soul
and thats why im not hollow
Death was convinced to allow a certain king back onto earth
and i am all of these things
Born into this world who i am
a man with a mental illness and night terrors
his brain gets him when hes sleeping or awake
perhaps im the genius brainwashed and suffering
but i doubt it but i am all of these things
a whining crying snivelling lover lost in aworld of hate
god's game to make happy
i dont think so?
gods gift from the fates to appease
and i am the one who surprises the almighty
for no matter what he does he can never be wrong
he punishes me
and oh well hes got the body of that terrible king
he loves me
and congratulations god
you did the right thing
this tortured soul didnt deserve anything
he leaves me alone
and watch me walk in intricate circles god has already taught me
but you dont get how upset and miserable i am
how hard it is to be these things
how i am always the victom and dont know how to slide away from my curse
how im always in teras and love is just another weapon
and low and behold anyone who can make me happy earns something
and if their team fails then what?
My emotions are exaggerated
so im either really happy or really sad
but ive never been really happy
and this makes me sometimes really mad
Im smart and yet gullible if that helps at all
I'll fall for everything and am easily manipulated but wait
in the end i get the last laugh and youll be addicted
for the next dose of my hell
for me to cry for you
and listen of the urban legend
of the poor king beg for death
So god has aplan to make me happy?
im the most impossible person to please in every possible way
id give anything for amoment of a smile and feel it
and im a good actor by the way
for i cant always wear my heart on my sleeve
and how can the world play?
theres a few different roles to purchase nowadays
its not like it used to be
but now you can play trhe game of driving me crazy
or rubbing your happiness and success in my face
as i am jealous as a scorpio
for the end result of me killing myself
and then the clincher is when the future goes to blame you
you can point over here at me
the proof of the power of god
the king
your sins forgiven
and no matter what you did it didnt make a difference
And i cry for you sometimes at least
in this circle in my head
knowing im a game for either love or hate
and you lost already pretty much
since your trying to do all of the above at the exact same time
rubbing my wounds of jealousy and your happiness
so id do myself in
singing songs and telling me stories to drive me around the bend
as im already full of voices and seasonal depression
and hey isnt love a good weapon?
but the circle goes around further for i know
i cant win
i cant go on much longer feeling this experience
and noo nes listening to whatever the hell i am
and im just making it worse
plastic brains
stolen soul of a dead king
crazy man
and all my emotions on overdrive
like a social experiment on the world's free will to choose love or hate
and gods broken toy can never be worked the wrong way
so even when i hate the world i have my reasons you see
youve done alot of bad things to me
and poisoned yourselves to get to me for fun
I am the one being on this planet
not created in gods image
lost in a world of hate looking for love
being taught how to hate and never learning
i am the sum of the souls conspiracy in real life
and man protesting me
but its not my fault i didnt ask to be born
so from hell to hell i go
knowing who i am now
and no matter what i do pleases the lord
but ohnestly
i never want to see this place again
or feel how i feel
its not my fault
im tired of the pain
nightmares
and insanity
as i try to make the world around me better
and people treat me poorly
so whoever is responsible for creating me
in this conspiracy of souls
your bad babysitters
evil and manipulative
and im still working on gods surprise holiday reluctantly
I just hope i die before anyone gives me the cup to everlasting life
and i hope its not a feat of unequal measure to get god to care
that even if im uninvited
and his gift to be tortured bought or sold or whatever
i want a life of my own
and to at least feel happy so i know this world isnt a hell
and god truly isnt satan
and everything isnt backwards
because until then
mans plan is going to win
and who i am is under rug swept again
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