[Chorus]

If you don't make a lot of money then you don’t make sense

If you can't push units then you're not worth their expense

If you’re not writing singles then you're not worth their lead

If you don't dance to their tune they'll get someone else instead

You swear you're underground, and it fits, rest in peace

You're so underground, and it fits, rest in peace

[Verse 1]

This artist is starving for a peace of direction without spreading the infection

Being quartered is not exactly my ideal Saturday activity

But if it gives you satisfaction then tie me up and begin the subtraction

I know you need a pattern to fill your life up with

To give you boundaries, and to keep yourself coloring in between the lines

Hi, I'm Dan, been feeling 5 foot eleven feet small

I've got tired eyes and calloused ears, and accomplishments that make my failures look tall

We’re all just selfish superficial marionettes putting on the show like a good little cadet

Follow me because I’ve found a hole in the net, of this prison

I see that hand and I hope you can see mine, and I hope you can see fine

Because this is where it all starts to get foggy

Weaving in and out of a labyrinth of Muppets with cheese as our reward

And I'm not talking about money

Honey this is life and I know we’ve all got goals

But let's just be realistic and work on strengthening our own souls

W e all know that we are all hollow, filled with sand sleeping next to the waters edge

For the future when I have questions, I'll simply open up my heart instead

[Verse 2]

Heads sleep on me like I'm the softest of pillows

Like I’m willow standing in a crowd of big birds in the black forest of weeping willows snoring

Ignoring my pleas for accountability

Like making insomniacs sleep deep

And keeping you from filling blank sheets with half lies and contradictions

There's nothing fiction about my science

Cascading into the deepest of chasms lying at the ground level of a new world of malcontent actors

Irritating the scalp of every head around and always faking out faster

Trying to dig a place for yourself with the only skills you can spin

I know you can't help but want to win, but you just can't my friend

As the needle tears its holes into you the thinnest of fragile skins

Causing light to dry up your small gooey box of hopes, dreams, hurts, goals, and ambitions

You descend inwardly only to concoct the most harmful of spells

Spit like crossbow darts to the heart of this wild boar with wishes to be sent to hell

And I just wanted to share my little humble opinions

[Verse 3]

Everybody's got a hand out

They hand it out and stand there watching with their hand out waiting

It's not like I'm so big that I can't fill some hearts

But behind every piece of art that gets bought is an artist that gets fed

No doubt, debating whose needs are to be met

It's my luxury to make the music that I want

And that your gonna need, but you just don't know it yet

I've said a lot of words but not nearly enough to empty my drive towards respect

You'll get your chance to speak

I just hope it's something that you and I both won't regret

We've got a lot of people trying to multitask

Their so talented at their own tasks and even still they try to rap, how embarrassing

Arms up and heads down, thoughts not occupied

And even still they try and critique sound

See, I'm the weathered pen warrior digging trenches through closed ears and minds

Injecting gallons of ink into your empty waterbed mattress of a brain

So you can get to sleep just fine, and soundly as I write this line

Goodnight last breath, goodnight