It's a calculated crumble
May it rumble through the night
Mr. Mark-my-words ain't crazy,
He just sworn he seen the light
And my insides are all ragged from the work that I been doing on myself
Oh my insides are all ragged, but they tell me that it's good for my health
For my ah ---ah----ah---ah---affliction
You gotta stand for something
I would die for my beliefs
I would shout em from the rooftops
I would take em to the streets
Or more likely I will sit at home and type them til my fingers bleed
Or more likely I will kill for them and blame it on society
Blame it on this ah----ah---ah---ah
Call it what you wanna, just say it with conviction
Ah----ah---ah---ah---this affliction
It's a crooked combination
Of grandeur and grief
Pick apart my lonely heart
It's morbid motif
But I look pretty from a distance and the rest is history
Won't you paste my face under my name in Georgia and call it breaking?
Call it ah----ah---ah---ah
Call it what you wanna, just say it with conviction
Ah----ah---ah---ah---this affliction
Ah----ah---ah---ah
Call it what you wanna, just say it with conviction
Ah----ah---ah---ah---this affliction