Middle Of Know Where

[Verse 1: Taboo]
Pardon me
But part of me has become harder than arctic numb
Chasing cheap thrills while disease fills my heart and lungs
I’ve sounded the marching drum, maintained
An insane pace only to end up in the same place I started from
I am my father’s son, insanity is all ours
He gathered war scars in battle, the apple doesn’t fall far
We walk hard, embracing these desires
But the dash of my internal drive says, “Maintenance Required.” I
Finally understood the synopsis, then the topic changed
To be precise, the key of life is out of my octave range
We are not the same. You talk, I walk through
The hottest flames of this rotted game to try and stop the pain
It’s ironic ‘cause I’m dying to stay alive
But I’m courting the devil in a blue dress, calling her “Angel Eyes”
It’s fictitious, my whole existence has been plagiarized
The first edition was written when I was in a great disguise
I can’t decide how to properly say thanks for this
Waiting for the light to go off over my head like an angler fish
Sinking in the shallows, attached to an anchored ship
Swinging from the gallows, thinking I can get the hang of this
But there’s troubled waters off of the starboard bow
This bloodletting is upsetting ‘cause it’s just getting harder now
Scars are found abounding ‘cause they found me when my guard was down
It’s getting darker as men and martyrs barter for a larger crown
Took me a minute tops to know it’s not about getting props
‘Cause I see Mr. Bigshot getting dropped by bigger shots
Gotta figure I’ma take shots of liquor ‘til my liver rots
While trying to pull the right lever to get me out of this Skinner box
Maybe it’ll stop the system shock, but it’s not likely
I’m ugly, so God loves me but He does not like me
‘Cause I’m an impostor painting Sistine Chapel knockoffs
And the only truth in my art is the marks on my drop cloth
I’ve got thoughts like: will I ever escape this cursed dance?
Or am I cursed to die circumscribed by my circumstance?
I’m forced to concentrate on these contemplative thoughts
But of course my conscious state tends to consecrate the source, so it’s
Just my imagination running away with me
Plain to see aspects of this dungeon becoming unsavory. Seems
Simple from A to Z, reminiscent of
An infant who reached the cradle in prenatal complacency. No
Considerable difference between actively
Rejecting and passively accepting a miserable existence. It’s
The pinnacle of indifference, yet we pretend it’s worth it, then
Create gods and monsters to give ourselves a sense of purpose
Somewhere between Hell’s furnace and the attic in Heaven lies
The answer to this disaster, but it’s out of the question
Tryna capture the essence without an ounce of help
Couldn’t walk away because I lost my way, but I found myself
Now I’m transmitting signals from the middle of (k)nowhere
Existence is brittle, to answer the riddle is so rare
Oh yeah, I broke down on the highway to Hell
So I blaze an L ‘cause I don’t have a road flare
I found it astounding surrounded by cold stares
So when I reach the peak, I took a leap off Heaven’s gold stairs
Haunted by the underachievement of past goals
Wishing I was never born, trying to terraform these black holes
If that’s so, then can I get an amen?
For those who never know how to let it go or when to say when
This inquisitive nature changed us into insane men
Because of the babbling sounds that rattle around our brainstems like:
What is this life for? And why do we fight for? And
How do I get some? And which one is the right door?
I’m not quite sure, but this feeble cry for help can’t
Be heard over man’s incessant need to deify himself

[Verse 2: Coal Cash]
Rape humanity, I can’t escape profanity
Calamity waits as I head straight for insanity
The atrophy’s safe, so I embrace with apathy
And happily break, I’m trying to wake out of this rhapsody
But, naturally, fate will scrape my husk hollow
I wallow in disgust, became the rust that’s sure to follow
I’m swallowing dust from the crust of my sarcophagus
Massaging the touch enough to crush my esophagus
Misogynist plus the lust got the best of me
Especially in the option of adding toxin to the recipe
Aggressively blossom, doctrines of dropping casualties
Seeding poison apples to cackle at what my satchel feeds
I need my shackles like castles need their parapets
Call me Aramis, I need my face between a pair of tits
Aware of this, staring at bliss, turning to turmoil
Recoil to piss on strands of lamp stands trying to burn oil
Foil my plans from damnation’s sabotage
Now I flag the mirage of Jihads that I was glad to dodge
Where was God trying to nail me in his crosshairs?
Off stairways of Heaven, me and my brethren ended in warfare
It’s all fair when tending the ascending of your conscious
The nonsense never-ending, and I’m not defending the monstrous
I’m just obnoxious, my process called the guillotine
Known to lose my head and act dead with dread to kill my dreams
Still, my screams are echoes that I won’t let go
Ahead of my time, a mastermind like El Greco
I gesso designs ‘cause I’m incline to follow no man
My slow jams are Bach writing to “Raindrops” like Chopin
Low man on top of verse stature, seeking rapture
Trying to master my life, but some heights you’ll never capture
Moving faster than light. In hindsight, feels like I’m frozen
Eroding with cyanide, affect the tide of the ocean
Open my eyes to no surprise of being blinded
Reminding myself it’s there, so I don’t care if I can’t find it
Confined by the snares, swear it ain’t air that I’m breathing. I ain’t
Even prepared to bear the share that I’m receiving
Believing is rare with a pair of aces and eights
A deceiving oasis, and I swear the faces are fake
Embracing the snakes, so don’t debate on why you’re bitten. If you’re
Smitten with fools, no wonder the shoe is fitting
I’m splitting the fuse, don’t confuse the line symmetry
Infinity of the mind, trying to break the time that limits me
Physically fine, but misery’s mine to cherish
On a Ferris-wheel effect until the date my flesh will perish
A sheriff of death bereft of the restitution
The pollution I ingest won’t digest from the retribution
I’m doing my best, but, hey, I guess it’s not adequate
Elaborate depression, and I’m never getting out of it
Devil’s advocate who’d rather dishevel the immaculate
‘Cause facts slip through your crack when you sat on the lap of Baphomet
That’s just half of it, so raise the mast on that raft of shit
Your ship sinking fast, they’re tryna see what else your ass’ll fit
‘Cause life’s a bitch, I’m feeding dick to that princess
I’m pretty convinced her prince had a similar hint of incest
Been blessed with sight, but not the right to speak it
My life endures another poor righteous teacher
But fuck Fnords. I trust the Lord I’m not a preacher
‘Cause I’d rather play in the game than pray for change from the bleachers
I hope this reaches open ears who ain’t opposed to hear
A page of my beliefs, it’s hard to read ‘cause it’s been soaked in tears
Broke from fears, but it appears they still track me
So I guess being afraid is the only thing that backs me
And that’s exactly the riddle of why I go there
On that road since I’m little, headed into the middle of (k)nowhere