Foul World

[Verse 1]
Silly me trying to keep a handle on this foul world
It's not that I don't listen, I've grown bitter of my own resistance
First I broke from a lack of confidence in the words I wrote
A third eye doesn't even exist in the world that life revolves in
So I left this planet, salted in dysfunctional solvent
Burning with your match book, turning back
Looking for a solution that music couldn't generate
Better yet, I found myself nothing but shameful
A name on colored paper, strangled by microphone cables
Second, I found the strength to face the day
And etch my name in the clay I break away from stereotypes I gave
Along with a penny from my own thoughts
It goes redemption, mistakes in the cycle, and it don't stop

[Verse 2]
Silly me trying to keep a handle on this foul world
It's not that I don't listen, I've grown bitter of my own resistance
With an aggressive tendency and authority figures upset with me
I work on a plan to kill the world eventually
Chaos
It's spreading faster than word of mouth
When I'm turning down my boiling point and search for something popular to destroy
Breaking what the subhumans create, I make a large fire
And try to finish my blueprint for the harsh musical [...] wire
I used to waste time and effort to put on a show and throw fits
But maybe now when you feel enclosed and choked [...], you'll notice
Why you look down, and you look up to me
My vocal [...] of the clouds, while most humans were struggling
But now I cut the streets and the commoners can't find their way home
I begin the enslavement and put a name to the face that spoke, Sapient