Wind the Clock

[Hook]
"Its just a slow day, moving into a slow night
It doesn't matter what you do" x 4

[Verse 1: Stig of the Dump]
Ay yo, you hate me?, cool, I fucking hate me too/
Regretting everything my brainwaves ever made me do/
They say I'm crazy, you know what?, it may be true/
So I curse the first person that gave me booze/
Cause its a habit now, I can see my life mapping out/
Headed for the battle ground like "I ain't ever backing down"/
Even gagged & bound, i'll throw fists that smash your face/
Cheating death by breaking both wrists on the hands of fate/
I live in a world of acid rain & rancid greys/
Swigging back Jack Daniels just to dampen the pain/
And now I'm at it again, riddled with self pity/
I need a vacation just to escape from Sin City/
My shits gritty but still all of it true/
Now I smash recording booths from the floor to the roof/
And use my current situation as some sort of excuse/
To hide the fact that im torn through, from the core to the root/
I asked the Lord for a clue, to show me where im mucking up/
Dumb struck from being ignored just like a fucking mug/
I tell myself he must be busy with some other stuff
Puffing drugs, telling my people that there's nothing up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Stig of the Dump]
This isn't battle raps, its me just being honest bitch/
You wouldn't understand unless you've felt like you don't want to live/
I'm here showing you exactly what rock bottom is/
Fucked up like bushes attitude to foreign politics/
You'll know i've got to spit, if you've ever felt the pain/
Of self loathing, broken, hoping that there's someone else to blame/
But in the cold light of day I see it clearly/
Alone in a crowd, I open my mouth but no one hears me/
I don't care if you fear me, its better than being unseen/
Every day failing to attain one of my dumb dreams/
So now I come clean like i've had a vasectomy/
Not here to be liked but prick you will show respect to me/
Or else i'll beat you expending energy left in me/
If ignorance is bliss then most heads are living in ecstasy/
I live with the agony of truth like it was meant to be/
And stick grenade pins in effigies that resemble me/
I tried to fix up, but doubt that I can/
So then I tried to drown myself inside the fountain of man/
Or sit smoking with petrol leaking out of a can/
So when my time comes I'm high & going out with a bang

[Hook]