All these arch angels battle deep within my chest I'll drown them will alcohol and burn them with cigarettes How do you keep telling me that I'm not too old to be taught? How the hell do you tell a story in a life that lacks a plot. All these arch angels battle deep within my chest I'll drown them will alcohol and burn them with cigarettes How do you keep telling me that I'm not too old to be taught? How the hell do you tell a story in a life that lacks a plot. We have gathered the tools to perform another ritual. The Drums in your mind but for now were coming Digital. Subliminal visuals will change your direction. Give yourself some time and then check your reflection. Cuz I'm breaking down now I haven't seen myself in a long time. Been waiting for something certain but been waiting in the wrong line. It's all whose got the bigger back what the fuck I use to sink to come up. I'm not as crazy as I used to be... All these arch angels battle deep within my chest I'll drown them will alcohol and burn them with cigarettes How do you keep telling me that I'm not too old to be taught? How the hell do you tell a story in a life that lacks a plot. All these arch angels battle deep within my chest I'll drown them will alcohol and burn them with cigarettes How do you keep telling me that I'm not too old to be taught? How the hell do you tell a story in a life that lacks a plot.

you punk ass rapper, the drums is misanthrope got no pants on tied to a tree with a skipping rope king of the bums starting to lose all his teeth laughing unhappily because ive chosen my grief im a skinflint infant destroying the enjoyable neatly folded up but im completely unemployable twice bitten washed up bored stiff burned out i cant wait to see how the photographs turned out unwanted mongrel dying flowers and stolen cars i cant remember my dreams and ive been livin on granola bars spit blood in the toilet bowl brains in the frying pan i am the mother fucking iron man ill becoming to get you with all this pipe wipe on my shirt in all of my agony im in my my teeth hurt a face like the walls the ceiling is neutral if you dislike me then the feeling is mutual so hold up son cause its the mother fucking drums ive been rhyming all night long now the morning has come im on the edge and i really should go for a walk i dont want detox i really just want to rock cause d to the ps destroying all the other emcees i run them crush them and cash them in like empties dont front if you shoot me a bump but if ya fucking with the drums better bring a fucking gun i got the cancer and the answer to your curses defacing and free basing every crumb left in the universe so called art never sells like this throws like a girl and smells like piss sourpuss lone wolf when my growth got stunted coming undone ive been running from the hunted allergic to everything full of shit its all the same unintelligibly eligible for the ball and chain hall of fame