“if you think that no one’s looking, if you think that no one’s listening, babe, then you’re ahead of the game”
No machines no funerals | no plugs to pull this is my living will | and it all seems beautiful |letitgo|onwiththecarousel|anydayinadaze|inthegreyinthedirt|withafoot on your neck | and your teeth on the curb | lotta debt lotta work | no check lotta hurt | lotta thoughts | big drop no net | no safe in your speech | I’ll take trouble with me | I know when I’m beat and I can’t separate these | this route these tries are mine | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mission forgets sleeps | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mind it’s mine | I’ll own this manic | yeah that miss-step that’s mine | that rough wake that’s mine | this might be it | trust dodge (sure) aim away | circus rigging games played | clutch cover sick lay | let’s get nervous lets get nauseous | meds for the life dead to the headache | dead to the cautious here for the sedate | to wake em and skate and take names | make patience the standard no pain | I’m a man with a matador mind man damn | and the plan is to blow the door wide man yeah | I’m a mess I’m a creep no fresh so me | I’m a troubadour here to underscore the other side yeah | and it all comes back | only got the two choices | (all day every) | stay hushed or make noises | we’re made to break | let’s test the old limits | we got us | big drop? no, lets go | get clear of me | I’m suffocating | I know when I’m beat | but I can’t separate these | this route these tries are mine | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mission forgets sleeps | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mind it’s mine | I’ll own this manic | yeah that miss-step that’s mine | that rough wake that’s mine | this might be it|gotmy|schemebag|keysinhand|“peace”inthenote|tenbucksandaplan| thieves out of chance | give a reason, glance (look) | leave, ghost | no luck till you make it | sleeves to the elbow | grease to the hello | ease in | please give a call to my pops | tell em hell froze | tell him I’ma see an end but not before him | big drop? no net, no | out of your reach | you’ll never catch me | I know when I’m beat | but I can’t separate these | this route these tries are mine | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mission forgets sleeps | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mind it’s mine | I’ll own this manic | yeah that miss-step that’s mine | that rough wake that’s mine | this might be it