Well... what are you gonna do...
I can't contain you
Even if I had a piece of crystallized heaven in the form of sound
State why you can't stop by
Can't stray far from the sidewalk when you walk in circles
You're circling in on something you couldn't fight from the start
So you sat and pushed it back. Stick it in a box
So when you pick up and move, you're dumbfounded it's even there
But unconsciously you're dying to bust it open, rip to pieces, and cover it with your feces
Leaving it there for vultures cause it's all you think it's good for
Bust it open, rip it to pieces, or figure your shit out, cause this shit's getting annoying
(Where the f*ck did my pick go... guess I'll get another one)
Go fall in a ditch and die. If you want to be friends with me know that I am so hateful for no reason
But not a thing will matter when I return to my room and I sit
And concentrate on why I give a f*ck in the first place... and then I let go
Cut your eye, leave it open, let it leak into the sky. I feel the beautiful blue dye restarting my mind