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[Verse]
Tell me what you're really looking for in this life, uh
Are you really looking forward to driving that Ford Taurus
At 4 A.M. in the morn to this score that I write?
Hell hath no fury, I'm getting judged by the jury purely off my afflictions
My addictions, not to mention
Pinches of hate mixed in
We going deeper into the darkest quicksand
Reflecting on a Rembrandt painting I used to glimpse at
I never locked my eyes on it for too long, strong arm the world continents in my palm
All around he globe same song, singing just to stay strong
How long can you stay when the flame is gone?
I had a dream with a question in it
See where do dreams go if they're never finished?
If we meet our time limit before they manifested, do they turn to ghosts or apparitions?
Well maybe that's dependent on the wishes of the ones who wished it
Maybe they turn to demons, seeking any weakling they can find to sink their teeth in
I just want to be free man, have Morgan narrate a story of glory for me
Just to have you get bored and ignore it probably
Probably parlay with some dollies outside of the party
Yeah she dumb as hell but she got a pretty good body, and that's enough for the moment
Cause you're stuck in the moment
Not the only one that's trying to fill a void, still employed at that job you hate
Paychecks can't buy you joy, oh boy we've got ourselves a problem
What's the moral of the stories? We've forgotten 'em
Which leads me to the question: did we ever know?
It's some things in life I guess we'll never know
All this pain and soul but will it ever blow? I don't know
My homie told me I've been distant
Truth is, I've been drifting, in and out of dimensions where the lifestyle is, different
But I won't regale you with adventures that I done spent inside of my mind this time, nah
Instead, take a trip with me to the edge
And think of everything you've locked inside of your head
And think of every single thing that ever made you mad or glad or happy or sad or furious
I'm curious to know, how the hell we got so numb?
Maybe I'm too sensitive, but it feels like the suffering is ubiquitous
Trying to live my dreams but it seems I lack impetus
Trying to live my dreams but it seems like I entered in a never ending interim
The pendulum swings
Back-and-forth in flux
And I don't even know what's up