[Verse 1]

Dull noises

I create them when I make up schemes

For my structure

As i puncture through tough moments

Turn turn turn my life into a mission

A rough ending

Apollo 13 stuck to my ambition

The Odyssey is the hammer

That i pound into the ground

Parallel with Homer

The Iliad was just a fad of a social commentary

I've gone out of orbit, floating through the planetary

Literary injustice was served

By an army of your peers

Who observed it all go down

In a preposition

I bring my proposition to the table

Put a pause on my hand, so I can let those able

Go and come back

I thrive on the whack

Best not let the ness get locked

Caught in conversation

With a politician stuck in talk

Reflected image of the walk

[Interlude]

The return to a morally corrupt

Cash rules everything around me, cream

Life lessons that get stuck in my head

On repeat

[Verse 2]

Bob to the beat

Sitting in front of a window

Absorbing the sun's hot hot heat

Isn't that neat?

I've inconvenienced my education

By pouring poison from the wells

Into my ears on repeat like church bells

Tell me the time

So i can confirm that I'm late to my own recital

While i take this track on a date

I didn't buy it dinner but I bought it lines

An eight ball of clever

Snorted straight to the mind

An overdose of wit

Found him on the ground

Sprawled out

When he chose the word quit

[Beat break]

[Verse 3]

Gave up

Tried to figure it out

But my head got lost along the way

I'll be the resurrector

The one quoting Trent Reznor

The nails were nine inches

And I used to them to scratch the match

Against the box to start a fire

This tape of mix, was too long

And I fear its about time for me to retire

Until the next one

The blessed ones were forced to listen

To that I give thanks

Copyright laws in place

So its free

No need to break bank

Once again I stare at a blank

Waiting for the text

To contest and protest this mess

That was inspired and influenced

By the way of everyday life stress

Test that

Fail me and bail me out

This modern day martyr

Unjustified, and I'm out

Out of commission

Out of print

Out of my sanity

As relevant as pocket lint

Don't forget me

I need to exist through the ideas of an artist

And the strength of a pen

[Verse 4]

Sink deeper and deeper

Into the solitude of ink

A distance proper

Inconsistencies spin like a propeller

And lost like Helen Keller

Blinded by the dream's tone

Ending like Old Yeller

Return to the buyers

Truly yours, the seller

You guys are my cellar

Welcome to the world of my secrets

Out of place

Out of stellar

I look through rusty windows and write words in the dirt

Words made to hurt, educate, and disperse

Reverse the curse and write a new verse

I am god

And deity of my own accomplishments

Now stand a safe distance

While you watch me create this

[Hook]

Now I'm on fire

[Final verse]

This is my goodbye

Mr.C

You can be

Anything

Any path

Anybody

A Character of sorts

To believe that only to a beat

Will you release yourself comfortably

Thank you

Keep your ears and eyes open

This is just the beginning