Solely for the sake of the soul, awaken a serpent

The wabi sabi's in me, imperfection is perfect

I think it's time to pause and reposition the purpose

Putting in enough work to be considered a servant. I'm certain

Please, Your honor, you can't tame a monster

All I ever ate was paint chips and blotter

I'm a little off my rocker. I can't take it too much longer

I think I'm having a flashback. What's that coming out the water?

Release the krakеn. Time to make it happen

Snapping in thе system after habitats of rhythm

Cause a cataclysmic ripple in the continuum

Quick whenever you kick the drum

I can hear my heartbeat after sparking enough to rip a lung

Coming from under the ground. A sanctified righteous

Subterranean alien-sapien hybrid

Otherworldly. Overly wordy but patiently silent

I'm even half the reason for enabling and sirens

All I ever wanted was to get the cynicism out of my system

Now I'm sinister, insist that I've been twisted since a little kid

What the fuck is innocence?

If life was so good, why would I be killing myself with a cigarette?

Suicide is all it is, but we call it stress relief

Who am I influencing when I'm blessing mics and wrecking beats?

Maybe nobody yet, but soon enough the word will get out

Trying to balance play and work but what's the perfect amount?

I'm a fucking adult now, but a child at heart

Whoever knew that finger painting would lead to lucrative art?

Better off to break the beat down than beat the brakes off the beat

We're making heat now, and getting you out of your seat

"Times Be Good" and we push them full throttle, fool

Doing anything we want 'cause anything is possible

You can try to backtrack my thought process

But you're never gonna pinpoint my odd nonsense. YES

You can try to backtrack my thought process

But you're never gonna pinpoint my odd nonsense. YES

You can try to backtrack my thought process

But you're never gonna pinpoint my odd nonsense

The aftermath of shattering glass and splattering battery acid

Into the passage of the soul, prematurely scattering ashes

Clashing with the habits and the madness of the masses

Burning passion went molasses to a half a pack of matches

The haberdashery bastard never said it would last forever

Picking up the puzzle pieces, put them back together front and center

Never better seems to be the motto over those complacent

Nonconformist with the chloroform and spoon to scoop the brain with

It happened to be a cavity implanted inside the mosaic

Time to overdose on overtones and overthrow the matrix

Full of hatred in his face a hypocrite with a chip

On his shoulder but he rolled a boulder over a cliff

24 calendars down and haven't found a better teacher

Than an incomplete epiphany created in a beaker

Open peepers, pupils wide, inside the eyes and born again

And the people keepin' close to him are wiser than the rest

Wouldn't have it any other way, acquaintances behind me

They were antiquated branches. I was hanging with them blindly

Finally I'm finding out the finer things are hard to find

But worth every second of searching, every single scar and dime

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way

My way. Put the pieces back together my way

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way