Full Circle
Duration
4:22
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Here again I sit to reinvent this persona, so uninspired by the life these eyes have seen that they want us to live, but I'll die if I don't try to climb this ladder of life that's presented to me in the form of institutions and movies that try to pull somethin' glorious out of something deplorable, like this retard with his 9 to 5 is some kinda warrior - and we're supposed to admire it, idolize and delight in it, how this talentless idiot eats his shit and he smiles, and yeah, I know I'm just childish, like a child who's violent, compounding a problem with anger rather than solving it. But I'm so fuckin' jaded and faded, I'm done being positive, I don't wanna' be helpful, I wanna' wreck it and topple it, and release the chaos in me that eats at these walls in me, and I hope you dig it, but if you don't, it's not gonna' bother me, 'cause this defamatory rant and slammin' profanity, no is not even an option, I just watch it escape from me, which brings me beautifully to the very next statement I'm makin', see I'm just an organic, mechanical, anatomical, abominable animal running low on his sanity. I can't defy nature, I can't perform miracles. When I do something fucked up, I do not feel responsible, 'cause everything I do is just as nature would've wanted it. I'm just a passenger laughing with his head out the window watching the world fly by Sometimes I feel cheated, why the fuck did I get stuck inside this crazy, fucking lunatic's mind? But then I remember that needless stress is offensive, for its offenses the offender needs to have my permission. So I'm not gonna' give it, just breathe, life's an adventure, just live it. Maybe there's a reason hidden deep in the pit of it, 'til I meet it, I just pray to the God that I don't even believe in, please give me the stomach to stand beside myself 'til the end... Now clearly I am clinically cynical, a cynical menace so menacing that it's critical the clinic administer when he's in it a preventative miracle, when they finish and the sinister images in his visions diminish and the vitriolic, venomous venom at the tip of his pen when he's penning his vision isn't at its tip anymore, and his spirit is hemorrhaging, then maybe, just maybe his innocence would replenish itself, in a sense. 'Til then, it's academic, a laughable matter that matters little when it's added to the fact that these iniquitous tendencies result of infirmities, and mental indecencies depleting relentlessly the blood of its energy for you mother fuckers to think voluntarily that this evil's inherited; but enough with philosophy, you were lost at the outset, and honestly it's probably predominantly a blessing your incompetence is as abject and as distressing as it is, because the second you're complex enough to humanize my villainy is the second I'll seduce you into joining me. Either way, I see your thumb is caked in shit, so stick it back up where it's been, I'll let you get back to celebrating your virtuosity in just a minute, but this complex won't take care of itself, so bend over, spread 'em, and shut the fuck up, I got a self to validate whether you like it or not.
