Scrubbing out his head

Police want him dead

He’s got conspiracies

They’re after him

Watching every park he’s in

Bluffing out his head

Either that or I am mad

But he’s got money in the bank

Or so I’m told

Writing on the wall

He’s the one to rule them all

The third christ has come

And he’s the one

His life is in a bag

With a sparkle in his __

But no one bats an eye lid

His own words are his silence

Read me out them hieroglyphics

Think I’ll lose my mind with you

Sporadic and so cryptic

Seeing how your mind is working

Got me questioning the truth

Read me out them hieroglyphics

Think I’ll lose my mind with you

Sporadic yet specific

Watching how your mind is stewing

Got me wrestling the truth

Cat by his side only friend he has

Body of steel

Yet brain burnt ash

Wouldn’t be the first to call him mad

Easy to judge folk with their

Life in a bin bag

Guess I’ll give him the chance

With thoughts that dance

Trapped in a loop

He spun me the yarn

Yet far from the truth

The limit of man

How low can you stoop?

Gotta say we never got nowhere

Words held weight with an empty stare

Musta lost his pride

His eyes the tale

Musta cost his mind

With words dried stale

I sat and heard

With my ears wide open

Adhered to being free

Yet I fear he’s broken

Eyes had a spark

Musta been a tripped wire

Seen him on the street

Fighting internal fire

I’ve been there

I’ve fought that

Feeling like a doormat

Your very own thoughts

Ben the cause of your torment

The war in your head

Breaches ground to the surface

Questioning your own

Is a downhill slope

When you’re thinking to yourself

Is this all that she wrote?

Ah brother how’d you get so ill

Brain gone way way his body here still

Building a rocket to the moon he shouts

Froze all his money in the bank he shouts

He’s lost

But I am too

Read me out them hieroglyphics

Think I’ll lose my mind with you

Sporadic and so cryptic

Seeing how your mind is working

Got me questioning the truth

Read me out them hieroglyphics

Think I’ll lose my mind with you

Sporadic yet specific

Seeing how your mind is stewing

Got me wrestling the truth

I get the sense that it’s all getting to my head

You showed me messages

The Pharaoh lying dead

I walk past from time to time

But I am not recognised

Yet I feel no spite

For I see me in his eyes

I get the sense that it’s all getting to my head

You showed me messages

The Pharaoh lying dead

I walk past from time to time

But I am not recognised

Yet I feel no spite

For I see me in his eyes