[Verse 1: Gon]

Let's make the connection

Between my tongue and my brain

To bring comfort and pain to your planet

My basic intention

Is to bust every vein, till you wonder in shame how it happened

I faithfully mention

To the One I'm his slave and his gun and his paint and his canvas

I'll break all your lenses

To show colorful shades of the love and the hate and I've had it

I should've known that sentence would heal us

I should've stole that sense trust to feel trust

And I froze when the ending revealed love

Didn't know that then, now I feel dumb

I got a hide out, in a black room

Don't cry now, I'll be back soon

But I have to escape from this

Can't move with 'maybe's attached to my leg like a tattoo

[Hook: Peter Frank]

If I remember, I would never

I can't stand it anymore

But I remember, I remember

You were begging me before

But I will answer

I will answer

My imaginary door

But I am certain

Yes I am certain

[Verse 2: Gon]

I know we haven't met before

I've just got the same face as the clerk in the record store

Same voice as the person connecting calls

Same noise as the jerk on the second floor

And the meaning hides behind a metaphor

Behind a metal door

A tie with weapons drawn

Waiting for you to enter to let Berretta's off

And there waits the best message that you ever saw

But I've seen too many backs up against the wall

And broken furniture to act like I'm never wrong

But I never stall

There each dirt inside us

I never talk shit, I speak fertilizer

The sea serpent rhymer

And deep (...) attire

My heat burns your fire

Time to cure your fake hopes

Rap's Tyler Durden let's learn to make soap

[Hook: Peter Frank]

If I remember, I would never

I can't stand it anymore

But I remember, I remember

You were begging me before

But I will answer

I will answer

My imaginary door

But I am certain

Yes I am certain

[Verse 3: Gon]

Blessed as a baby

I was weaned on the chest of a great queen

In a castle where jesters and maids sing

Till reality was sent to my bedroom to wake me

I'm angry now

I was daydreaming on a park bench

Kids throw nickels on my pillow made of garbage

And I know they don't consider me human

The city breeds sewage

The winners eat losers

Some trust the lottery

Some trust in God, if he loves them

If not, then they touch up their policy

And the problem breathes

And one touch could probably unbug the heart of me

Fucked up, it bothers me

This is ridiculous

I'm sick of being a victim of lunch money robberies

Why you tell a tale? Well, it's not your best one

Just give me a jail cell to plot your death from

[Hook: Peter Frank]

If I remember, I would never

I can't stand it anymore

But I remember, I remember

You were begging me before

But I will answer

I will answer

My imaginary door

But I am certain

Yes I am certain