(feat. Scratches by DJ Orator) "Today, my mother killed me" If I'm alive by the time you find this, it's a miracle What else can be said, a vision
to rewire my nature Too tired to wake her Up out of that artificial calm she was on A drug-induced future that slipped out of her palms Seductive rain dancer
-ah-ah-I, ah-ah-ah-I am Never gonna never gonna never gonna never gonna die [Sage Speaking:] I wanna kee- I wanna keep making things an-and death really
[Hook] Clickety clack, clickety clack Gather my things, and I quickly attack Sword in my sheath, knife in my back Keep enemies closer than where friends
Sage: It's not that what we're doing is wrong But let's try to keep this a secret Between me, you, and the song A menage a trois that sings to me Sinfully
It's been a hell of a year, but I'm mentally prepared To do a dance around the next couple medical scares I'm Fred Astaire with the metal wearing quickly
(feat. Scratches by Reanimator) I've seen a monkey evolve into a man I've seen a man devolve into a monkey I've seen a junkie redeem himself with help
used to dream alot In search for meaning in a sleepwalk The only time I find myself having a deep talk But now I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
heaven with a high step Tried to make to heaven with a high step Tried to make to heaven with a high step And get get it get it done Before we reach sudden death
knows where I'm headed, he's been there King of the home Sits on his throne like it's an electric chair I'm the heir to that domestic death sentence
of a war drum A battle goin' on inside, nobody's safe from Clowns are playing rush and roulette with paint guns They run in place, and they call it the human
You are really not all that dope You are really not all that dope No-no-no no-no-no No-no-no no-no-no You read me all wrong, Bello You need to do your
is Healthy In a dirty industry where the promises are empty I'm more honest than friendly More handsome than sexy Let me bring you up to speed, Humans do a Dance
There's a vanity plate with my name on it There's a Davey Crockett hat with a Masonic fat cat under it A musket rifle spitting at my feet They want me to dance
