[Hook]

Half empty and half full life vision is impaired

My life glass is always full

Half with water, half with air

In life i try to outrun time but time runs out before im done

Fatigued i walk the fine line between fine lines and wide ones

Path follow

Half hollow

Half solid, part sorrow

Positive tomorrow won't be positive… pride swallowed

The answer to this lifes message? this age is a mess

And Im just here to get mine before i reach the mountain crest

See life’s a glass of wine and mine’s filled, for real

But wine’s ill, and sometimes wine might spill

But wine stains brains intoxicated thought, pisa tower tilt

Thoughts bloom to let idea flowers wilt

Two lips (tulips) arose (a rose) to plant these seeds in desert sands

A pleasant peasant plan to harvest fruit on dry weathered land

Plan foiled, times sand damns soil, forms sand storm abrasions

Wounded walk, no forced creation

Empty, or full

Step up and take your pick

Ironically most empty minds are quite full…

Full of shit

And I ain't talking fertilizer, fool

Im talking sewage pipe clogging waste, and a cesspool

See lifes a bill, and time is money… how much do you have left?

I stretch time partially paying all my bills before death collects

And life is a four letter word and death ain't?

The best artists, ain't always blessed with the best paint

I painted pictures in mud

Ive painted pictures in blood

I painted pictures of pictures, painting pictures is my love

I painted pictures with rhymes

I painted pictures in time

I painted pictures with scriptures

Painting pictures in minds

[Hook]

Half empty and half full life vision is impaired

My life glass is always full

Half with water, half with air

In life i try to outrun time but time runs out before im done

Fatigued i walk the fine line between fine lines and wide ones

Shall we continue? On to lifes menu

Glance to the right side, the prices high but still I tend to

Order an appetizer of pain

Before the main course

An entree of sanity loss, with nice spicy anarchy sauce

Hurt for dessert, with pessimistic dip

I believe the Mr. Pink demeanor, leaving her no tip

I think Im a dreamer trapped

In a self created sadomasochistic trip

Equipped with a meat cleaver sharp wit

A meager attempt to deal with it before my life slips

Into nothingness

Or shifts to the unlikely event of fluffiness

Of cloud 9 residence

Move blind forward

With no hesitance

With four words

"Live as a pessimist"

Cursed to expect the worst

But hope for the best

My disappointment meets pestilence

Since birth I should have walked lifes precipice

Approach hope leaving behind the decadence

Of self inflicted negative messages

Plus repetitive

Faulty life lessons

An impacting impression

Never under estimate the power of self suggestion

I finished lifes meal, satisfied post digestion

And die to realize i wasted half my life upon depression

(sampled from the movie Dogma)

Im tired of all this cryptic bullshit

Im physically and psychologically exhausted

Im ready to kick back and welcome the end of existence

Why me?

Of all the people on the god damned planet, why me?