Vice

Yeah, now i’ve seen behind the curtain Seen in the mirror i’m more animal than person Certain i’m dealing hurt with no attrition Repeat the same mistakes but always wishing i was different And i hit it hard, that rock bottom That lost cause with that trough softened That broad got him That job propping That jaw dropping I stop talking I’m caught I try to give them something real Now we’re dealing with the way i really feel I try to give them something real All they wanna tell me is i’m so far away from healed Shining bright despite all this artificial light I'm holed up in this night Hold up, how'd you think i write So boxed in I can't move I can't breathe I can't hear I can't see I can't speak my mind This time, i do it differently Because evidently it's a spirit can't be crushed And there's still a few people who believe Paralyzed Always looking for another pair of eyes I know myselves I know that i don’t know where to find that real heart, tin man Where to start, to begin again I justify this rust of lies I’m crushed and trying to move, scared to part Scared to death i’m losing it More kinds of vices, i’m using it All my devices profuse With shit that i can’t wrap up and refuse to quit Make mad passes, slash gashes Bat masterfully, 4 hon average Ty cobb on a wax planet I drop dry gobs of it off atlantis Underwater, no disadvantage That’s underground, with more apparatus So i can breathe in the coldest blackness Major leagues, i swim with blackfish Mvp - most vast practice True perception, i’m done asking For the cognizants, i cut classics Stay real, fuck status