Imsotired

To live like an animal, and eat like an animal
Where all ideas are inherited
No soul, just a vessel for the environment, so I'm half gentrification
The buzzing going on in my head
Life in an electrical field
Where they pretend as individuals, trained as individuals
Watered as trees to be offset against the dwindling forest side
I myself the consumer, all that is me, part of someone elsе's joke
So keep the laughter currеnt, we haven't a mating season
Love the bloated hormone
I float alongside the beach
And can't drink myself out of this body
All this building up, and I'm gonna get a broken leg
And they're gonna put me to sleep
And in the end I can finally have sweet dreams
The way beauty kills, you'd think everyone is here to save you
A vacation from what? Being a mammal is awkward
Too many hard feelings
Drunk in a deathbed, a heart of a lion
We're children of atom, waiting for the big letdown
All fucking winners, and food for the roaches
If there's time to sing, eat all the words you can
And all the ones you can't

Cause all the good fights been lost
And the bad movies made victories
For people still using words like luck should be shot in the back
And have their pictures taken
I float on the side of the beach at all times
Lemmings don't fall off, they fly like soldiers
The old marketing still dictates the current
At the universe university where pain is institution
And bright ideas make martyrs out of monkeys
We fly to where it's still safe to run with scissors
This song isn't like me, it's just like my father
And all this building up and I'm gonna get a broken leg
And I'm not the first to call the financial district a third world country
From larvae to lava and the glue on smiles don't get any stiffer
And if this is an adult, and kids pick on fat kids like it's a cyclic world
And eating young ones was still legal
You'd quit your jobs and only have babies
Build blocks like hives like greed's a white man's disease
Now the devil's got a god complex 'till they put me in a retirement complex
With my head on a picket fence
On a dollar bill on a Saturday night curled in a corner
With an urge in my abdomen
Then the phone rings and last night's dreams
I forget the voice on the other end
Buzzes and buzzes
And all I hear is a pulseless planet
And a pity for those who try to save it
Some axel in the hamster wheel nirvana
Simply stuck in the god gut with all the pepperidge farm fish I could possibly eat
Out of the motherfuckin comfort zone

Whether they call you a genius or insult your intelligence
Dig you down a flight of stairs: what's the diff?
Always tired or sleeping too often
Whoever made into a jealousy trap should be thrown in a coffin
And dragged through some cornfields and stabbed by a loved one
Waking up with deflated tires under the eyes and not a single fitting facial expression
Something about conviction and expression
Handicapped people, set in their ways
A petri dish on a tortured fence
Judging in place like running on empty
With nothing to say except "awesome"
Sorry we didn't wake up at 11
I've been good, but that don't mean I'm going to heaven
I'm a good rapper, with a bad attitude
In fact, if this was baseball I'd throw the bat at you
In fact, I'd take my gat and throw that at you
In fact, I'd take this whole record and throw that at you
You can have my songs: fuck these poems
Fck the shit I tried to say in my last song
Didn't change a thing, the world's still fucked up
I'm still poor, and girls are still getting knocked up
Still getting punched for shit I said in my last life
It wasn't me! It was Vanilla Ice
I ain't slept since God made mics
I ain't slept since God gave me the mic