Ok, I just need to focus...I just need to focus...

Verse 1

The demon peers at me as I brush my teeth

Blurry but can be seen that he spits when I spit

I try not to look but I guess he's my ref-

Lection, raps and sings so he must be me

I walk out the door then I close it behind me

Hand to my tummy, but I tell it to bite me

Time's run out, no food for the tardy

Yet I stroll and hesitate like before entering a party

I slipped on the landing, these days I feel like Mandy

Billy died years ago thinking he could outlast me

I miss him, It's spring, the creek bubbles, I'm free

Sugar and spice and I'm as nice as could be

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Ok, I'll cut the crap: let me paint the scene

It might be spring but the trees sure ain't green!

They cast a grayish tinge as I cross the street

I can feel my heartbeat, one two, one two

Really what keeps me awake as Bus 2 comes through

Late as always, the trees seem to say

As they converge to stare me down so I'm covered in gray

Now he opens the carriage, tells me to get inside

Walking past, feeling burned by his reddish eyes

Always thought horsemen acted like they were on meds

But this one's calm so he never lost heads

Or a head, It's too dark to tell

Absorbed in our hells, the horseman stops the bus-

I mean carriage- won't drive until we're in rank and file

So arranged, he saddles up to ride

And onwards we go, a journey into the mind!

Interlude(Buses...a carriage?!)

Verse 2

The bus comes to a halt then we walk in the door

Siblings separate so its Me Against The World

But no Outlawz for me so when I take a seat

I stick out like a sprig among autumn leaves

Once I was green, I blossomed freely

Now I'm a blackened stalk, devoid of Billy

With each cycle of the loop, my stem droops

Even further than before in front of a group

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But no more metaphors, let me speak plainly

My self-esteem hasn't been peaking much lately

If anything it's dropped, below zero degrees

I'm not just cold, my personality needs Febreeze

So badly it stinks, yeesh, better make it a double

Cause the stench from self-loathing is far from subtle

And I'm soaked in it; it fills every pore of my skin

A cancerous cyst yearning to be free from within...

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DemonAndMe:

AND RIP THEIR FACES OFF; I REALLY DO HATE THEM ALL

YOU CAN'T EVEN FATHOM HOW BITTER MY GALL

IS, LET THEM BURN FOR EVERY PERCEIVED WRONG

RIGHT OR NOT, LET THEM ERUPT WHEN THEY HEAR THIS SONG

REMEMBER ON THE WAY TO THE BUS?

WHEN I TALKED ABOUT THE DEMON AND THE TREES WITH A CURSE?

I'D FORGOT TO ADD I'D HOPPED ON WITH MY MAMA'S VOICE RINGING IN MY EAR

I GUESS WHO I'm BECOMING HAS BECOME ONE OF HER FEARS

NO MATTER WHAT I DO, I'm ALWAYS IN THE WRONG

IF YOU ONLY KNEW, HOW MUCH I COULD SAY IN THIS SONG

BUT I JUST RHYMED THE SAME WORDS SO I WANT YOU TO RIP YOUR CORD

FROM YOUR IPOD OR WHATEVER AND STRANGLE IN MY THOUGHTS

CUZ HOW CAN I HELP YOU IF I CAN'T EVEN HELP ME?

WHAT I AM IS NOT WHAT I WANT TO BE

AND SINCE MY GOALS WILL NEVER SYNC

WHAT BENEFITS COULD ME LIVING EVER BRING?

SAFE MODE....