Thoughts Behind Me

[Chorus]
Thoughts behind me make me see, but they don’t come from me
Thoughts behind me make me see

[Verse 1]
Look at my hands they are leathery and rough
They can spread and heal with love or let me wield a gun
Let me peel the calousy flesh, expecting me to budge
They bring bits of balance and death to everything I touch
What makes a man, what makes my essence when I’m gone?
The things I’ve left are either precious or detestable by God
It’s either purposesless and turns to shit
Or pertinent and durable and circumvents discernable
Worthlessness the turns to gold
And gold is bright and stunning but my foresight is dim
It’s time to study, buddy, we livin’ in war times again
I’ve tried the honey (honey) but I’m attractin’ more flies with shit
So the more destructive I am, the more fly I get

[Chorus]
Thoughts behind me make me see, but they don’t come from me
Thoughts behind me make me see

[Verse 2]
I’s feelin’ high off myself, till that hot balloon burst
I got a job to do sir, now watch the future unfold
I may get warm and cold but my heart is neutral
The good and evil duke it out then enact the Kama Sutra
You can make a famine? Well, I can make lovely
I can make a sandwich but fact its: I’ll always stay hungry
Lettin’ that chemical circulate, encircled in my world of hate
But my tendency to love is what redeems me at those pearly gates

[Chorus]
Thoughts behind me make me see, but they don’t come from me
Thoughts behind me make me see