Play Dead Til They Kill You

[Part I]

[Chorus: Eyedea]
I don't smile, 'cause you're not
I don't play dead enough
Brush you off, turn me on
Blushin’ brain is mine to own

I don't smile, 'cause you're not
I don't play dead enough
Brush you off, turn me on
Blushin’ brain is mine to own

[Verse 1: ECID]
Sellin’ one's motor skills is a complicated procedure
Embedding the strings can bring a great deal of rethinkin’
But once they're installed, you won't even need to think
Let alone live for that matter
There's an automated set of hands, pullin’ at every strand
So demand as much as robotically possible
It'll undеrstand, I promise to honest
Not to mention somеthing God wished he thought of
When he fooled Earth into thinkin’ he adopted it
Accomplishment's a pathological lie
Baptized by that belief in at least you fuckin’ tried
Compliance isn't required, but highly requested
They've invested in your senses and all they ask of you is your pride

[Verse 2: Impulse]
It all comes down someday
No matter how it's built eventually it breaks away
Nothin’ is made to last
Not even the life you hold in your fragile hands
Hold on, while you can
Don't let go of what you have
Keep it ‘til the end of this travel
When our flaws unravel together
To make a more magnificent mistake
Expired in, one tired self
A slave to the day of being hired help
Tryin’ to stay awake at the wheel, of life's dealings
So you can't see my true feeling’
My skin peeling off the body, where I'm leakin’
Relieving my inner insecurities
I surrender all my honesty and render quality
All of me, a picture painted
Some imperfections
My inner struggles teach lessons

[Chorus: Eyedea]
I don't smile, 'cause you're not
I don't play dead enough
Brush you off, turn me on
Blushin’ brain is mine to own

I don't smile, 'cause you're not
I don't play dead enough
Brush you off, turn me on
Blushin’ brain is mine to own

[Verse 3: Eyedea]
And what you call on fails
You're just another season blowin’ sun
Takin’ the wind out of my sails
Brail read your blindspot, now we see eye-to-eye
Cross the roads, cross-the-line
Put me on your cross and watch me die
Cast metal plate finish, before prayer and father rape
Prostate
Long live in prosperity, before mom’s awake
I'm a saint, you’re a sinner
You're an angel, I'm a drinker
I don't wanna move
I don't want you to be a better kisser
I hate you just the way you are
Less freedom, more fanatic
Every sun is not a star
Let's be blood brothers, mayhem scarred
Find yourself and I'll find me, in pretendin’ I'm who you are

[Verse 4: Capaciti]
Dead, space
Can't cover-up the underlying message
That you feel inside your self-blame
Isn't it a shame?
Pain feels so much like me, unlikely
Yeah I know, but I'm a frightening look at what could be
Timing is a crook, so I'm hoping we can reach to the point
Where we strain and struggle and fuckin' blame the puzzle
For what we created in the haze of a subtle reaction
I'm not laughin'
Better yet I'm askin’ for the presence of passion
I detached when you seem most interested
Which is the reason that you're so distant

[Verse 5: Kristoff Krane]
A compliment is just another selfish way
For me to say I hate your guts for makin' what I couldn't make
See, guilt can't be traded; only reproduced
And the only fair exchange is when no one is accused
See, I'd have to be the sun to cast judgement on the rays
I'd have to be the light shining through the leaves, on the trees
I'd have to be the stream to really see the reflection
That I make out of belief to put my needs in a direction
See I, I love life
I just justify the side effects
I don't know what to do with myself lately
I wish the sky would eat me whole
So call me names, and you can call me out
But just because you have a mouth doesn't mean you need to keep it closed

I take it personal
I took a chance
I only have a journal so when I die that I get respect
See, I only feel this way so I can write it down
Honest to God, I swear to the clutch of calm in withdrawal
I've been so caught up in what I'm makin’
Wiping the dust off my ambitions
That I almost forgot about the world that made me sickened
And the more I fool myself, the more this path seems safe
I'm inactive by nature, traveling in blank space
Territory light
The life's a story—um, not permitting me
The planet is flat and I am living on the edge of this very land
'Cause there's a lot of things I can do when I get lost
I don't need an audience to remind me that I'm flawed
Tomorrow's just a scar away, yesterday is gone
But it's okay, I got new fate
And face and makeup
And we'll fight and make-up
And we'll fight and make laws
And we'll fight and break laws
And we'll fight and break us

[Chorus: Eyedea]
I don't smile, 'cause you're not
I don't play dead enough
Brush you off, turn me on
Blushin’ brain is mine to own

I don't smile, 'cause you're not
I don't play dead enough
Brush you off, turn me on
Blushin’ brain is mine to own

[Part II: Freestyle]

[Interlude]
(Here try it)
(Hello, hello, hello, yeah yeah)
(I’ll just move over here. I’ll just sit by Chris, yeah)
(It’ll be—)
(never pointing it towards the speaker, so)
(Unbeatable, unbeatable)
(Yeah yeah, are you dodge? Yee-ahh!)
(Hello?)

[Verse 1: ECID]
You can watch the claws grow
Know that it will kill if I hold you close
Development’s still not what you had hoped
So I will be constructing my self dug hope
The struggle between you and me won’t slow
Cuddle close to what you control
As fast as the flash awakens you to sleep
I believe that you will be able to see this seize
Pray for mirage, stay in touch with facade
Face it with loss when chaos applauds

[Verse 2: Eyedea]
Yes it’s good taste, tastes like broken glass
Touch her face, make no mistakes and hope it lasts
She loves her dead parts, all of her head and some of her heart
The sum of all things, is only something falling apart
You’re such a show-off
You’re such a touchy flame
Between feet and fuck I fell in love with your pain
I make your secrets mine, I heal your deeper cut
I climb the highest mountain, just to fall off and land in lust
I stay alive on fire
Put out old flames, lower my standards and aim for higher
I can’t bring myself, too quiet for the choir
Every note sounds the same
Either I’m insane or you’re inspired
Dead to the livestock, I pray for the weak
Thou shall not be happy ‘til no one disturbs your sleep
You’re such a better you without, me
Such good taste in everything

[Verse 3: Kristoff Krane]
Another cold breakfast
Another headless robot
Targeting it with dead fists
Marching towards red lips
I bet he thinks he’s so much better than me
I bet he thinks I wish I looked as disconnected as he
Well I bet while he’s bangin’ that pampered maid
She’s plottin’ his death in that all expenses paid vacation
With no intention of returnin’ the favor
His papercuts disrupt my very existence
That distance between the spare key and his spleen
Is closer than the stench of his overpriced cologne
Your seed is so forlorn
I wanna take his home
And disguise at as my own private thrown
Draped in thorns
Infested by broken ornaments
And angels rockin’ horns
I forgot to shave the left side of my face again
Not to mention takin’ that make-shift medicine, let it in
It’s holy, it’s magnetized
And it’s perfect gentlemen
But I see through the layers
He’s nothin’ special
I’m special; Mom said so

[Verse 4: Impulse]
I understand you can’t lead someone where you’ve never bled
But I’ve been tempted by the blood trail you left inside my head
I’m climbing uphill, it’s both angles that I trust
Because the slaves have been drug around by their ankles in mud
So my favorite drug of choice is someone else’s voice
Pounding at the walls inside my void, clouding-up the story
The strongest form of innocence that I have ever felt
Is that near-death experience, when I was someone else

See, the common conflict
Is that promises are trapped and collapsed
Opposites inside can trance, transform, and fall trapped
And if I were you, I wouldn’t let me get away with this
But you made me the way that I am and blaming is contagious
It’s my fault, and I’m not scared to admit it
No, it’s your fault
Half-fake, faith placed, forgiveness waived
I still stay to listen in case both of us decide
To poke out our broken eyes
And finally find our tears taste the same
I love me, I love you
I just can’t stand us
Especially when we both bleed the same pair of handcuffs

[Verse 5: Capaciti]
Claustrophobic, boneless
Still lost and hopeless
Waiting to be found in cluttered box of roaches
They crowd around
My eyes bounce this town
To find if I’m still tied-down
Word, travel to nowhere in chains, stained
How to get away from here?
Fear of bein’ seen
Fear of not bein’ heard, with my mouth sewn shut
Waitin’ for my turn to get the staples torn-out
So what?
Rip my tongue and innocence to watch me bleed
So what?
I feed to you these who sit next to my time-share
Another caught too
Probably don’t care; prepared
The mind’s repaired despair
A scared slow, for a second silence spoken
The mere appearance
But still I appear to be talking to myself
While you’re still here, in or out