So this what you call life?
Complex explanations
What ever happened to simple answers?

Oh, scary shit, huh?
You pussies laugh while I wave my gun
I got them rounds bitch
You better run
While I kill everyone one by one

I am a walking capsule
I house everyth

Why does everyone expect us to give a fuck?
Well I don't think it's even possible for me
At least there's always time to change my mind

Why has everyone except us
Been going soft with some lame ass shit huh
We don't work hard but we keep it real son
We all take turns pl

As I sit back and slowly lose myself
Wondering what it's like to be somebody else
Stupid fucking questions best left to myself
Like would this head look good on a shelf
My simple conclusions yet to be unveiled
When my thoughts collapse
The drugs will prevail

But tha

If you
If you don't know
How am I supposed to tell you?

And If you think you know
Then you don't

If you are what you eat then I could be you by morning
If you are what you eat then I could be you by morning

And yet the scene remains the same
A constant cycle between fiction and reality
The only question left is where to draw the line?
And yet the scene remains the same
An abstract collection of novel uncertainties
The symmetry has yet presented itself to me
I lost myself wan