Mad World...

[Intro]

First day back to school

I know

I know, I’ll make a good time

This year, I believe, I’m cool

I’m on a new leaf

I’ll look back at these times as the good times

This’ll be the last time I drift, I’m

Gonna live here for the rest of my life

I’m tired and worn

And I’m barely fifteen

And I had dream that I’d make some friends at lunch

We’ll sit and talk and get along, just fine

My dark will flee from the light

From the spotlight, (from the spotlight)

They’ll think I got right

They’ll regard me as an equal

I’ll burn bright, and part from feeble

Never be alone, a part of a people

With my friends

Friends...

All my friends…

If they last I guess that depends, on my...

Luck...

[Bridge]

I'm fuckin' pissed now (5x)

...

Oh my God, I don’t know what to say, I’m lost

I tried and tried and what’s my reward?

What’s the price of this war?

Why do I never fight for myself?

Maybe if I had said something they’d’ve stopped

I just think I need to make it right for myself, or start to experience insanity

Where’s my fear against handling?

Where’d I put my humanity?…

[Verse 1]

An AK-47, a revolver, a nine

And MAC-11 oughta solve these problems…

Right?

Killing in my mind, never satisfied

I just mime, inside these walls

See the maggots, see them all

Sow their fall…

Wait in beige Honda, approach like class-bound

Assassin for the class clown

He turning ashen, when maddening laugh down the hallway

Not so funny when I cite that thing you said?

I’m seeing red

Watch me wyle

Watch me blow apart my plague, no smile

I’m playing God, there’ll be no trial...

...[[Engage]]

[Verse 2]

For those who called me Pedro, it might get nasty

Cred though to NATO fetish Lawson S.R.’s been having

Listen—listen—you didn’t directly do shit, bastard

But you bystandered, you let me slandered, and my third eye’s filmed, I’ma direct a clip

[[Action]]…

You acted big? Now you’re too big to hide

The chance you mortals rigged flew by

Picture the Grim Reaper, it possibly I

They dropping to desks, I’m dropping their souls

Sounds flicker, down fissure, one by one, we go…

Ain’t, no

Slowing, clotting, or breathing

Until the SWAT team cease my spree, see?

Ya…ya see?

[Skit Bridge]

“Hey Robbie, my phone's gonna die soon, so call me back on Shaniqua’s phone when you get this. I know you’re in school right now, but....we saw a ton of cops heading southbound on the 7, and...I dunno. Weird premonition I guess. Calling to check on you and see if you're okay and staying out of trouble...anywho, I love you dork, remember that. Alright, alright, okay, byyye."

[Verse 3]

I’m scared of death

Though for the unfortunate, Porcelain America wastes no breath

The victims are nearly all of us, inert when they place their threats

Of joblessness, social onslaught, anonymity inside their teetering ship

These consequences follow you until you martyr for a blindfolded theatre’s bullshit

Like, you ain’t been told shit?

Stand in your fucking line, do as you’re told, bitch

But the new Lady Liberty will be gorgeous

If I can just get that child custody

Though my victory might be tainted by suggestions in my unconscious to play repayment roulette with the awful species that tortured me and millions for nothing

Let me tell you something

What if the evil and insane were just a product of a misconstrued environment?

What if they have, and always had been

Surrounding

You

Entirely?

…

[Outro]

Maybe...

If they hadn’t cruelly vented their insecurities onto me

Maybe if I had pretended since a toddler I had been a bullet fiend

Maybe if divine was thy role model and ya’all were a bit smarter

Instead of having hearts and souls of violence…