Speak to me about your situation I could never sympathize Admitting your own mistakes resolves the need to criticize Just because you hear Plato’s words over and over again Doesn’t mean you’re above them Speak louder, real power Means the only words you hear are your own Drown everyone out so you’ll never be alone You’ll never be wrong if you can only hear yourself And your own words tell you that you’ll never need help Reading the wikipedia summary equates to full subject mastery Speak to a greater degree like Rand is the easy way to self flattery Can we define “we”? Or even speak to that degree? No room or need to get in touch with the self What is the self? Is it something you can sell? What’s the value of a soul? What does it take to have control? Transcend the senses Let the machines decide If I’m the smartest man alive Or just another part of the hive mind Either I’m an intellectual Or I’ve just been drinking too much coffee laced with adderall In an opera I could be on top of ya Belting animal noises Like an onomatopoeia Breaking rules For the sake of breaking rules Desensitized to nudity Breasts react to gravity One day I’m gonna find a way Equal give and take Tu m'as tellement manqué Let’s pretend that we’re somewhere else Keyword pretend As in lie Fuck and get out of my life La la la I don’t wanna hear your opera Riggity riggity rarara Rock Postmodern chocolat Steampunk visions Hit & run in the motherfucking parking lot Feeling good about my state of mind But its a coin flip every time

I wish I wasn’t so alone sometimes Cause all the friends I have are functionally concubines I wish I didn’t have to wish or be so demanding Cause its not like I’m not trying to be understanding The bandit king Trust in me I am a trust fund baby I like to meet a lot of different types of ladies Like to try new things, I like to try new styles I like to tell myself that I’m not denial But that’s counter intuitive Ambiguous, superlative Imaginary allegory Aleatory alimony Throw the dice, play the cards Check the board, look at the stars Say the word, make it work Magic circle in the dark Summon demons with the power of believing In a superstition manufactured by a band of heathens Tear a hole inside your blanket You can peek into the realm of unneeded And forgotten and the rotten and the damages untold Be adventurous, be bold Don’t be someone else's mold To believe in and to bleed in and to have a hand to hold Life is a nightmare Living is unfair I can’t believe in any god who isn’t right here Addressing me directly with a message meant as holy But a different kind of story is the one that I will tell I can tell you what god told me but that’s tedious and boring And I’d honestly be lying if I said we’re not in hell I am the bandit king I wish I didn’t know all that I know Cause all I know about the afterlife is burning a hole Inside my frontal lobe, this demon needs to go You have to pull it out, you have to strap me down You have to take it to a place beyond the silver door You have to hurt it like you hurt me give me just a little more Drive the knife into my skull, knife into my skull Summon demons with the power of believing In a superstition manufactured by a band of heathens Tear a hole inside your blanket You can peek into the realm of unneeded And forgotten and the rotten and the damages untold He is hideous and cold He is thousands of years old Unforgiving like the father stealing everything you hold Life is an amputee Living is not for me I can’t believe in anyone who doesn't see what I see Knife into my skull, my life is full when I sleepwalk No one hears me talking to the devil if I don’t talk Don’t tell me what to do I know you don’t believe that I feel deja vu When I kiss you When I fuck you Fuck you Addressing me directly with a message meant as holy But a different kind of story is the one that I will tell I can tell you what god told me but that’s tedious and boring And I’d honestly be lying if I said we’re not in hell, in hell, in hell

Manic static ecstatic lets raise our glasses to Plastic passive aggressive underhanded tactics I am a ghost Cause I'm possessive I'm a surrogate Massive in size Host in a house of magic Lying in a bed full of lies I'm like the lord of the flies I'm self deceptive I like to call myself wise I'm self descriptive I'm so ashamed when I cry I'm self destructive I never think more than twice It's what my gut says Tickle my dick while I flick on your nipple I Think foreplay is underrated but i am sexually fickle I say I like to fuck around But I'm actually in the middle of another thing Ain't love a bitch? No, its a boomerang Sex magic keep it simple read a book about it Five or more times a day is it a little bit too much Waiting for a girl who can keep up Fucking waiting for a girl who's pretty wearing no make up They say your gut says the right thing first But what about when my gut has no time to rehearse Cause just when you start thinking I cant say nothing worse I’m blurting the worst fucking thing in the universe, swag Blast the last of the bastard standards procrastinating Grass fed fast worded bombastic fascinating I am obsessed with the fact that California doesn't believe in me It wasn't built for me I seek home in places I've never been to Looking for answers in hardships that I've never been through Am I doing something wrong when I trust you Like I'm digging for intangible truth Another ice age Tell me what you wanna do next Cause if i had the fucking answer I’d know what to expect I put my name on the page I drive seven hours south I don’t remember your name I put my dick in your mouth I put my dick in your mouth, mouth

She’s in sequence She’s jumping off the deep end She’s the consequence She thinks the perfect nonsense She’s sick of hearing everything I have to say about her psychiatric condition But I’m not on a mission To bring her down or fuck around or even tamper with the sound waves So it don’t bother when the ground shakes Its not a medical mystery Its not a magical cure for inconvenient diseases She’s in sequence Defending all her reasons Incredibly illogical They cycle with the seasons She’s terrified of listening to anyone who notices her crumbling psyche That’s why it is likely She’s in sequence, there is no real defense I wonder if I’m right will she confess it in the present tense I wanna know why its so impossible now That her disorder is actually still lingering around But when subjective absolution comes into the picture Its hard to understand why she’d deny the scriptures Of the cobweb concrete convex cortex Infinite contraction of the brain mountain vortex She’s in sequence She won’t admit her weakness She’s in sequence Aborting the experience She’s in sequence There’s nothing left but sickness She’s in sequence She’s in sequence I don’t care if James Joyce forged her polygraph I don’t care if Andy Warhol wrote her epitaph I don’t care if there is nothing left She’s the most complete person I have ever met Living without undeniable evidence Sleeping on top of mechanical pressure pins Learning to vindicate absolute evil I wonder how long it will take to make medicine There is no cure for diseases like these Only research that robs the last shred of my sanity I could be vivid when I sell my sympathy Argument solid I’ll sell it as therapy Insanity, closure, illusions confuse her A buffer for paranoid silent attackers Sentient fiction a battle with friction A story redundant with each new rendition A messianic prophecy a weight upon her shoulders She’s trying to be with someone who cannot even hold her She treats me like I’m just another one in lin She makes me feel like I’m wasting her time She’s in sequence She’s jumping off the deep end She’s the consequence She thinks the perfect nonsense She’s sick of hearing everything I have to say about her psychiatric condition But I’m not on a mission To bring her down or fuck around or even tamper with the sound waves So it don’t bother when the ground shakes Its not a medical mystery Its not a magical cure for inconvenient diseases She’s in sequence She won’t admit her weakness She’s in sequence Aborting the experience She’s in sequence There’s nothing left but sickness She’s in sequence She’s in sequence

Whether complex is Something you can find acting reckless Don’t confuse complexity with numbers on the check, she says Every single line in my poem is infectious Like you’d find on spray-painted bathroom stalls in Austin, Texas This cryptomnesia every theme subject to seizure Unintentional amendments can be stolen at my leisure Nobody wants to sit back and be stolen from Every copilot is second to one Captain, why can’t I be part of the action I got the charm to fool a trickster god Anansi, Loki Mercury, hermes, any raven or coyote Brain surgeon precision I make a decision I’m free from derision I’ve got tunnel vision From the shock she thinks she sees Her own walking proxy Been to the bottom Back up around Come crashing down like a Walking proxy Been to the bottom Back up around And I come crashing down like a Walking proxy, yeah You call them borderline counterfeit You can buy some other shit You can be illiterate I’m the master thief Now suspend your disbelief Take a beating from the hierarchy, wallow in your grief You got a fine arts A.A. Scholarships and accolades Nobody knows if you passion is real Or if your ambition is running away Tangent I create a wealth of real content If that makes a martyr out of me, immortal torment God-sent I’ll distort the fabric of the universal margin Generate something from nothing to punish the starving Invisibility Vision is nobody At least in hindsight I see 20/20 From the shock she thinks she sees Her own walking proxy Been to the bottom Back up around Come crashing down like a Walking proxy Been to the bottom Back up around And I come crashing down like a Walking proxy, yeah

Even you aren’t immune to despair I can read you from here, i can beat you from there You’re a zealot, you’re a widow You’re a silhouette a shadow You’re a superficial shallow Piece of meat, baby I’m allowed to say what’s on my mind Cause according to you we are totally fine You’re a liar and an object That’s not taken out of context That’s the only honest thing That I’ve said all year Loving you is like loving a mirror I can see you in me, I am there, I am here You’re a lone wolf You’re about to engulf Everything I love, every item on my bucket list Even you can’t abandon a crisis I call it criticism you call it kindness You’re a genius Saying it is meaningless I don’t think you’re gorgeous I think you’re a goddess --- I don’t know if you know what I think But I know that you probably know we’re in sync You are one with your anger A lonely little doppelganger Try to condescend with your silly little smile I’m not sure if I hate or admire That I never can tell if you’re fine or on fire You’re a salty little devil And we’ve got a score to settle Do I really have to sit through this whole fucking play Not that I know the way that it ends Not to judge from the truth that her sarcasm lends You’re a terrible example You’re in ruin, you’re in shambles Do you even know what mixed signal means? I don’t like the direction this leads This relationship has more than one set of needs You’re incredible You are terrible Why do you think the whole world’s against you? --- Even you know you’re not so unique Why does love always fade at its absolute peak You’re the sum of my ambition You’re a victim of contrition Doesn’t everyone you meet mention how beautiful you are? Is it really so hard to admit That by saying you love me you were full of shit You’re a scam artist Had to try my very hardest Had to dress like a fucking tool to impress you Even though you are once in a lifetime I could use some help deciding, 50/50 lifeline You are floating like a bubble You’re about to be in trouble When you spiral when you crash, girl Even you aren’t content to obscurity You are not that innocent don’t overplay your purity Disappointed, battleplan disjointed Even you’ll admit that this was destined to fail