Verse 1 Heres a story of a man Whos caught up waiting to be myth Hes got a lot of broken promises And lots of ruined gifts He shoulders many different perspectives but theyre all haunted with The notion that theyre all so relative relative, relativvvee Lemme get, Lemme get friendly with all your unending wit Im certain its tentative that I have brought you here to talk this shit Expletive, expletive, fuck all the rest and just let this ship Open her sails and give all these twits Samples of the hell and fury Novelty has come equipped with Quick, you dipshit. Look up in the distance! Its gotta be Novelty holding up his fists saying Viva la Resistance! Sorry, I couldnt resist it Lets let live and live less sick with the spirit of fixing all in our past thats wicked Did you get it? Didyougetit? Chorus 1 I got my own worries Where you off to? Whats the hurry? I made my own problems Now I pretend that I can solve em Verse 2 If you insist upon remaining here Then brace your brain and both your ears Im trained to take the fall so have no fears or tears to trade them for Im gonna make a twisted show to parade around the aforementioned traits of your dimension And the faults that leave you fenced in That man is here. that man is me Not the walrus or manatee Even though that would be pretty sweet Im more like a parakeet A pair of feet, a pair of eyes Still searching for his paradise I know I had it once but I had lost it all when I asked why Gimme just a minute of your time or maybe 225 Id love to tell you about the special suprise But I certainly cant, of coarse I certainly will If my will is strong enough I can do the impossible Pertaining to being real, pertaining to being true Its not a bending of envelopes but moreso breaking rules And even moreso its allowing little morsels of the whole world that were dormant Past the doorman of your fears into your moments Chorus 2 I make my way forward It might be much slower Ive got my own worries Where you off to in such a hurry? Verse 3 Looking at a blank page after blank page Wondering when what I fill them all in with will bring me To that great stage and greet me Great Scott! Is this guy really serious? Does he think that a series of mysterious, hallucinatory work is not inferior To that of gods Or other men that smother other men To arch their arm out to the sun And dent a bigger bit of damage To the collective subconscious That has swollen up with such presence And left our planet earth irrelevant just for the hell of it Seems prevalent, but I do not concur, Im saying hell with it To hell with it, to hell with it Do I really want what the selfish get? I suppose I do because here I sit Willing to record this selflessness Forget about it, forget about it I cant be silenced so let me shout it I admit it, this situation fits Its what I ask for, and grasp at Understanding that you overestimate the last laugh Ha.
moreso, expletive, pertaining, novelty, hell