[Verse 1]

Windows, life's a lack thereof

Their love as well, in a cell, I bear hug myself

With a single shredded out, I cast the angels out

With a long list complaints, I find a way to shout the beta data's out

Raid the town

My bedroom, the ceiling providing headroom

But benounced to most humans, the booming thundercloud is tumorous

Zooming in this cranium signals fire through the wiring

Fetal position, trying to find a way to make it humorous

"Who is this?" I say to a new friend Arachne affiliates delegate

Little bits of life without the strife of fighting litigates

Without a single shit givin', he applied his AP to the giant

"Hey mom, I made a new friend today." She figured I was lyin', but

That's typical, average, nothing new

Bland gray or on a good day, maybe a dark shade of blue

Made it through the first quarter, see if I make the half

The voices in my head laugh, and yeah, I hate them, too

Yeah, so funny right? That's what I thought

I count sheep, but without sleep will gather I've lost

Watch the watch click, feelin' my head pound to the sound of the tock tick

Whether they lose they all insist I lost it

But somethin' about some marbles, never got that part

Guess I never cared to learn, too scared to bare the burden

In a room full of cobwebs, I talk sense to myself

I'm the only one who listens, I don't pretend with myself

That's alright, I found salvation in the dripping of the pipes

The creaking of the walls and the ceiling overhead

Overheard dead men talking, but do you believe that?

I'm just another dead man walking and I need laughs

Come on, bring 'em in. Yeah, I need laughs

Heh heh heh heh

[Verse 2]

Bumpin' Dark Side of the Moon

In the dark side o' my room

Where the moonlight looms

Until intrinsic in my center

Gloomy, to say the least

But I call it home

Half the time, you'll find me

Hidin' from ominous undertones

Thunder booms

Bang crash, insane brash the [domes ?] laugh when I'm all past the point of no return, still I yearn

But what for? I don't know, I'm not sure

The locked doors keep me concealed in

Skin havin' a massive lack of pigment

This is the underlying lack of self-esteem

This is the under enunciated lack of sleep

This is the unestablished meaning of talk is cheap

This is a description of me and my being

This isn't a comedy and for those of you who broke the rules and overused a crude lack of self control abused that dude with the stone cold blues and drew proof of puny existence, is this real? Why?

This isn't a comedy and for those of you who choose to bruise, batter and shatter brain matter with laughter I have to capture the fractured fragments and fractions averaged out adding up to the sum of another cat past tense

This isn't a comedy and there's apparently a set level of inherent hilarity barely seen by me objectively staring into the scary scene primarily impairing me granting me an embarrassing sense of immense barbarity

This isn't a comedy so if you'd please be so kind to dig into your own mind, reroute, rewire the [mire tied ?] to the clothesline because what's happening is actually not meant to be happening

So why you laughing?

Seriously. Why you laughing?

Stop