[Hook]

I am no longer afraid of the darkness

I can walk straight into apartments

[Verse 1]

My girlfriend drinks too many Bloody Marys and I'm a bloody mess

This is how people find marriage

And I have found the light at the end of the tunnel

I will yell Hellfyre Club through seventeen muzzles

If you wanna fight me you'll need seventy muscled men

Clad in the finest chainmail

Chain links click spam filter

My how time makes man shrink

Ego, id, FLAC, lossless files

The demands of this modern life

My boss is the arbiter of strife

But I am my own employer so that can't be right

Too scared to ask Kone for what beats are left

I should have gone to school to become a pizza chef

Whoa

I slung a bandolier of granola bars

And drank a basin of frozen stars

[Hook]

I am no longer afraid of the darkness

I can walk straight into apartments

[Bridge]

I screamed out Ishmael, right before my visions failed

I've forgotten how I read in Braille

This bread is stale

This bread is stale

And you will hide your face when I've decided it is my turn

[Verse 2]

Panic attack rap for my weirdness

Fit nerd urchins third person narrative structure

The fairy tale's ruptured like veins on fat people

I'm no royalty, I just act regal

Daydreams of bald eagles

A Wittgensteinian analysis of Busdriver's pulmonary palimpsest

I'm just another member of the choir singing too loud

Singing out of key, singing 'til his vocal chords threaten to burst

Never wanted the lesson to hurt

I busted the urn with the ashes of my ancestors

My friend is deader than a doorknob, poor slob

I would have prayed but I didn't want to force god, to pick sides

What a sick ride when I roll up on my

When I roll up on my

When I roll up on my

When I roll up on my zephyr

Like I was son of Goku, Gohan

I swear my frame has too many photons

Sacrilegious throwing empty chip bags at pigeons

Mig Welder, felt my insides turn quicksilver

My wit's been pilfered

I don't give nil, sir

Let me sell snack foods on train rides

I will give pep talks to black dudes and scared brides

These are my people, singing out of key hymnals

[Outro]

You can kill each one of my best friends

And I will write them songs on my palms like I didn't fucking notice x6