There comes an unfortunate moment in a small amount of lives Where one realizes that their pipe dream has already been accomplished By literally everybody else around them. And when that happens, the natural question to ask is, well, What's left?

By popular consideration he's been erased from the annals Maybe it's his glasses and his lack of matching flannels Maybe it's the Steelers and Donkey Kong on his panels Or maybe it's his love of the color yellow and candles For real though, it's the fact that he always cracks under pressure Whether it's for snagging stacks or whether it's for pleasure Through constant reassurance, though, he doesn't try to measure If you ask him when he'll finally learn, he'd probably say, "never" When people tried to help, he kept continuing in circles Knocked down every time by the most miniscule of hurtles It didn't help he slowly crawled to living more nocturnal It didn't help that mostly all his worries seemed internal It's only fair, I know that it's an awful lot to bear Especially when it seems the only band-aid there is prayer So with the announcement and his apparent death declared I hope that in the next life, his attempts are better-fared I didn't vote him out, I didn't cast him away When the ballot came, I didn't write his clearly heinous name I look into myself and see that we're one in the same The only difference is I didn't quit with any fame He didn't curb the dogs of war that bit into his ankles Companionship and that was always wrapped up in his fables So when the commune met and wrung his neck around the table I hope they knew they might as well've shot him out the cradle Some'll try and tell you that he only meant to hide I'm here to tell you otherwise, assure you that he tried Just because he took his care to shield it from your eyes Doesn't mean that he was negligent or filling you with lies I want to tell you something, something private He was the only one to reach a hand when I was quiet He was my only friend when I was inches there from dying He was the one who offered to hold on to my horizon It's pretty simple when the masses come to judge The image crashes of a man who simply was I wish that he was here to teach me how to hold a grudge That was more so his job, give me a prodding nudge The man you knew before is now a figment of the past I hope you can be happy now, I hope you have a blast I hope you hate that passion that he put into his craft Now listen in to hear the remnants of his burning trash

I'm a spectre, hidden to most during the day Although, at night I'm also the ghost who stays away I would, if I had an opportunity, haunt But legendary I'm not, that echoed silence a taunt There's a little too much of that Casper in me Might as well go haunt on Saturn for the havoc I wreak And you think it'd be a favor to let living souls sleep But my instinct is to seek, and that blood runs deep That kind of system made my skin turn white It's the kind of mysticism give mere mortals a fright And I bet that I'm right, if they look through my sight Well then, they'd find a house of mirrors, drive them straight to the psych Try to make a move on me, it goes right through But then I try and make a move on you, it goes through too They tell me that I've never lived a life, and that's true But I've seen a thousand lives I'd rather live while I flew They tell the people that the spectre is the enemy But then they take it all to heart and that's the end of me I try and float into a body, that's a felony I never met a yearning I could crack with open sesame [x2] They got me waiting, settling at the graveyard Meddling kids are shaking, I can fake it if I stay sharp 'Cause they don't know that I'm the ghost of the now They don't even need to eat a power pellet to prowl They still running around, they see the sun's going down Never stop for a second to think that ghost is a clown And why would they, no they don't need to All they need to know is that the man they flee is see-through And that see-through is a symptom of a deficit sum Put your life on credit, then you shred it, spread it, and run They can mock me all throughout the streets with just a bedsheet Taken from a man who all the locals call a deadbeat Then once a year you cut a couple holes up in the cloth And then parade around the neighborhood to make fun of the lost They tell the people that the spectre is the enemy But then they take it all to heart and that's the end of me I try and float into a body, that's a felony I never met a yearning I could crack with open sesame [x2] Sometimes you'll hear me in your ear or feel a breeze in the air But then you'll turn around and notice that I'm not quite there Let me ask, why do you think that I'm so far from the norm? Why do you think that I never take on corporeal form? Never solid to stop falling through beds 'Cause you can never be quite human if you're caught once dead And if you're dead, well then you'd better sit six feet in the ground Because you're scaring peeps by insisting on sticking around And you can say that all the wisdom you've attained is alright But you would trade it all for something you could gain in a night (If you're me) But that's the thing, when you're surrounded by breath You start to get a little jealous of the ones who have flesh And when that flesh invokes the power now to hurt you the most Just remember, this world simply wasn't meant for us ghosts They tell the people that the spectre is the enemy But then they take it all to heart and that's the end of me I try and float into a body, that's a felony I never met a yearning I could crack with open sesame [x2]

One of the most dangerous lies that they ever spread to the crowd Is after the murdering spree that the scorpion's proud Let me tell you from experience that that ain't true The scorpion wishes he could be a gentle frog too And when he delivers the killing blow, assault with a sting You can tie his tears together if you summon a string And see, it grows into a monsoon from the ripples they drop Unassuming as they fall, but not as simple as stop Now he fills his lungs with something and that bubbling air Doesn't need a chair if he can drown that frog as a pair He can even admit to himself and think the word love But he's a scorpion instead of an expressive white dove So as he lies upon the bottom of the riverbed sand He can say it was surprising but it's all he had planned And when he drinks in all that water and he draws his last breath He simply thinks about the frog and starts enjoying his rest And the bird chirps It's just too much work At the bottom of the dirt, dirt Would you hurt her? And would you hurt yourself? You don't need no help Tell me, what more can be done To save the scorpion? It's not written in the kind of books historians read Because nobody's taking notes while all the scorpions bleed And you can look into that river, see the blood pour red But tell me where the frog's beginnings meet the scorpion's ends You see the blood and guts of both and how they pool like that? They used take 'em, raise 'em skyward, they would rule like that And you can tell him that's his job to adjust and adapt But if he doesn't, then another sucker's dumped in his trap See, the crowd believes the scorpion is angry inside Because that's the kind of emotion that a murder implies But what if the scorpion believes the murder is false Because he still remains alive as long as she has a pulse And that pulse remains a secret while he's speaking discreet No commotion, but that notion is approaching deceit So when you demonize the scorpions and make it your quest Simply think about the frogs that you'd be sending to death And the bird chirps It's just too much work At the bottom of the dirt, dirt Would you hurt her? And would you hurt yourself? You don't need no help Tell me, what more can be done To save the scorpion?

It's like this, you join up with a band for kicks Until the height of their blitz, and then you up and you quit But why? No, I don't understand it none You were literally commanding the beat of their drum OK sure, maybe it was gaining some dust But you bounced right as you were just gaining their trust And I'll admit that the pushiness might have been a bit much But you realize that you left 'em with a stutter and such? "B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-But what? You gonna cry because you didn't make the all-star cut? You gonna sulk 'cause you have to keep your loud mouth shut? You gonna pout and blame me when you go self-destruct?" Alright, you listen and you listen here good You didn't understand the half of what I understood It doesn't matter anyway, there ain't no click Because you can't hang up when there ain't no more lip You acted like you wanna keep it real But then you faded like Vader and you altered the deal Then you faded like vapor into the City of Steel Now you probably think of me like I'm asleep at the wheel Should I kneel? Maybe in the form of a song? See I rapped it and trashed it because the sentiment's wrong Had to write another one because my venom is strong Had to sever yet another of my limited bonds C'mon, what would make you act like that? Not just anyone could ever make me rap like that Did you always mean to spring on me a trap like that? I should thank you, honestly, because my track now slaps Sit back, let the Vitemin do his thing If you still bother me later, maybe then I can sing But for now you gotta settle for the bars that I bring Breaks my heart when I think about the lyrical sting Here's for the people who never listen Front row seats are empty to visit my demolition You disappeared and I'll never hear it by admission No, your ghosts n' goblins bit didn't need a repetition What's that? I think I hear a sound But I won't ever grab you from the lost and found I have a feeling we will not see each other around I know a little better, not retreading that ground But you know that ain't true I wish I could pretend that I was running from you You're still here in the raps and yet I'm calling 'em new 'Cause the only thing I'm running from is running from view It's never simple now, but simple it was I never should've took you for a miracle buzz I used to hold my breath as I was checking my cell But if you wanna peace, I guess I'll see you in hell

Wooden voodoo dolls are made from hours spent to whittle If you are not involved then you can sit and watch me sizzle I haven't felt this way since they removed the lime-green Skittle And the tropical pack compromise did not land in the middle The selfishness of everyone around me is abhorrent To give my life for others, you need not present a warrant A pack of disbelievers aimed to peck my face is swarming Who would take a feeble answer meant to hide a lethal warning Everything else equal, it's a monster maze on Earth Try to find the decent people who do not live in a church I say I'm not surprised if I'm included in that dearth But honestly, I think it's crooked how they measure human worth Everybody notices I speak up way too soon That observation makes me wanna blow up on the moon They also say I never said a word from out the womb I can't tell if they would rather me stay silent, scream, or croon That feeling makes me want to break my knuckles on a wall Alternatively makes me want to curl up in a ball Those push and pulling forces have reduced me to a crawl I don't know if I should stall or drive myself into a brawl Sometimes I feel some people deserve a taste of a taser You can't say that on TV, though, it's sort of a deal-breaker From debating whether knife or bat would make more sense on paper To politicking policies and distant thoughts on labor The source of this division is not always in the substance The anger flows because the way their phrases are repugnant My blood is always boiling 'cause they never make adjustments All the while casting doubts and vomiting their judgment Everybody thinks they're steadfast in their care of fellow man No one once believes that they're dismantling Othello's plans If I had to guess, well they're too caught up in their yellow Vans To notice all of those who can't escape from their unmellow hands If you've gathered, I'm a tiny bit unsettled By a playing field that hasn't always been exactly level A water shed that came after another hollow medal It would see another version of me hop out of the kettle But as it is I'm stewing in a sluggish pit of flames Accruing much of nothing while refraining from the game My red-hot fires tempered by the sentiment of shame To the benefit and detriment of anyone in frame Never get it twisted, I'm not welling up with hatred It's more so that admitted bliss is simply held as sacred So frustration is a heinousness attributed to vagrants Who vilify and certify development as flagrant Disregard of human decency is now the norm I still wish that a monster's face declared itself deformed I still wish I could give those devils forcibly a horn And lift up all their fingernails with agonizing thorns Give me just one reason to let loose upon your head Till the word 'dead' is too weak for eulogies soon to be read Or maybe I should tear your limbs off one-by-one instead Hold up, why you looking at me, is it something that I said?

In my life there were a lot of different "You"s And every one of them was met with separate point of views I jetted from them always, left 'em only more confused And many more went mute because I never grew or moved You know that one? Fasten your seat belt That spell is actually how the facts fell The facts spell out certain doom for the self The self makes a version of its personal hell And hell began when you left that day A day became a year became a decade of gray There's always something more, there's always something to say But you're taking over fate when you go drifting away And we drifted as a boat might do Can you imagine me if I had never withdrew? I do. I wish I had the courage then to get a clue I wish that all I needed was a bowl of chicken soup The DeLorean is neither now a train Nor a car, looking dark when there's neither in range Light a flame, douse it if its flickering strange Get your money back without tax and count up your change I hope you found and rounded up what you were looking for I hope you enjoyed your employment at the corner store Why would you leave in a storm? Slink away like me, that's how the heartache's born I found you on the side of a box Only three days after locking up and calling the cops You talking like you only want to walk up the block But I followed you to find you disappeared in the lot I guess that I deserve what I get Isolate again to cry and try to forget 'Cause now the only product in that store is regret You went for milk, I went for cigarettes You carried it straight out of the door Grabbed enough to last and won't be asking for more Counted up amounts that you could never afford If lying earned us prizes, we'd be winning awards I guess that we deserve what we get Isolate again to cry and try to forget 'Cause now the only product in that store is regret You went for milk, I went for cigarettes Maybe there's no use for casting out blame Instead, I placed it all upon the ghost I became Let me explain, everything's a fantasy game When your words never escape the drain of your brain It's strange, everything's the way that it came But the way it came is also an opponent of change Not brave enough to speak so plain I'm simply spinning tires and remaining the same When you saw it, you understood why I try and think of reasons for a person to die And then I wonder, can a lack of courage be one? Can discouragement worsen and be as fatal as guns? See, I'm thinking maybe not and that it's working at times Then I feel the circle turning and I'm cursing the grind I kill the one, two, three, and see they all intertwine Then I seem to peter out until you call it a crime On second thought, I understand why you ran From people who were bland and stuck their head in the sand You can't save a man who doesn't reach out a hand And you can't get him running if he doesn't wanna stand I hope you think of me I think about you, from number one to number three They call them innocent lies, I tend to agree 'Cause nothing's ever free before that shopping spree I saw your face come off of the box I'm glad they spotted you and called the whole search off It hurts when I think about the words that we lost And I never said aloud because I dreaded the cost I guess that I deserve what I get Isolate again to cry and try to forget 'Cause now the only product in that store is regret You went for milk, I went for cigarettes And now they gone and bombed the store Can't even see your face upon the gallons and quarts You were in a rush to bust out of the door I don't even remember what you went there for I guess that we deserve what we get Isolate again to cry and try to forget 'Cause now the only product in that store is regret You went for milk, I went for cigarettes

I wanna be a simple farmer overlooking many fields Every blade of grass and cattle member strengthening my shield Comfortable with mud slides in the company of swine Independent with a lesson, everything will have its time Maybe. Crops aren't always guaranteed to grow For example, if they're suffocated currently by snow Enemy insecticides are infiltrating June But the weaponry is ineffective, section less than two Surprises all around me in the fortress of the harvest The pumpkins sit there useless if there's nobody to carve them I can load them into every cannon if I please Send your infantry, I'll match them and dispatch them all with ease Get a scythe, I have all week to tidy up the acres If I don't, the bank will send their repo men with papers To a place that was supposed to be a sanctuary crater I guess I'll hold up working on a farm, at least till later If you wanna know right where I been at If you wanna hold tight to the hope Turn away from the dreams that I never had Take a tumble down the palpable slope 'Cause lately, nothing's ever good enough And there's no escape, even mental embassy Now there's never any more to discuss Say it with me now, no more fantasies I wanna be an astronaut and shoot up to the stars Hopefully before the food in tubes and Buick hover cars 'Cause if you bring the others, well then simply out of habit I'd sever every one of them, pretend that there was traffic Speeding like a bullet set to start an empty race No, pathetic is not a setting on rockets, pump the brakes If you could see the C-Beams that I saw in Pennsylvania You would look up at my shooting star above and say, "invade him" Sunday, Wednesday, Friday are identical in space All the chemicals are ready to be steadily replaced The spectacles are finished and the linguist falls apart Truthfully she did already, no one left to chart Major Tom is lying, there's no paparazzi crowd And the blue is obfuscated by an isolating cloud I begged for volunteers, but there were never any takers I guess I'll hold up blasting off to space, at least till later If you wanna know right where I been at If you wanna hold tight to the hope Turn away from the dreams that I never had Take a tumble down the palpable slope 'Cause lately, nothing's ever good enough And there's no escape, even mental embassy Now there's never any more to discuss Say it with me now, no more fantasies I wanna be an angel looking out from up on high To alleviate your fears and wipe your tears off when you cry I vow to defend you, the only way that I can help The kind of job you only take when you spend years all by yourself If you feel that breeze upon your shoulder, know it's me Reminding you to speak up and to listen, that's they key It's something that I never got the hang of while alive No, that level of genuine always caught me by surprise Now it's my mission to make sure you that never stumble Chalk up every vine for you to swing right through that jungle If you see me swinging next to you, transparent as a bubble Wish me well, say hi to my imaginary double That's the thing, people don't exist like that You insist to be a servant, they insist right back All while never acknowledging that it ain't the greater labor ... If you wanna know right where I been at If you wanna hold tight to the hope Turn away from the dreams that I never had Take a tumble down the palpable slope 'Cause lately, nothing's ever good enough And there's no escape, even mental embassy Now there's never any more to discuss Say it with me now, no more fantasies

You know right where all these technicalities lead Everything isn't quite just how reality seems If you don't want that awkward history to repeat Then you better start choking on this mystery meat [x2] From everything you've read, it pairs up well with an ale If they knew where you were looting it, they'd send you to jail If they caught you with your fork in it, your coffin is nailed But it takes a strong stomach not to chuck it in pails And I know that when you're stuck with it, your luck is impaired So you try to reconstruct it, know it's broken, unfair I said that it was simple with a fistful of hair I'm done bluffing, though, I'm running out of wishes and prayers Handle with care, set it down on the plate Cook it medium rare, maybe it'll be great Yeah, I know that you're scared, I know you'd rather eat steak Serve it up with some flair, wash it down with a cake Alright, you didn't even need to cross this bridge You could've chosen any other frozen food from the fridge Man, they'll sell it to you quick, but they don't even get rich They just enjoy watching suckers gulp it down in a ditch You know right where all these technicalities lead Everything isn't quite just how reality seems If you don't want that awkward history to repeat Then you better start choking on this mystery meat [x2] Ring ring, dinner bell, Bon Appétit It's the same meat you tried to eat yourself last week It's not wine, it's never getting better with age So stop waiting, 'cause it's never tasting better enraged Nah, it doesn't cook right, it looks like green Spots have overtaken where the guillotine screamed But if you want to stop, I hope that plate got cleaned 'Cause you'll never find your peace without that five star sheen Wait, wait, wait, wait, what you say? You say you can't resume? Because your stomach isn't valid for an acid typhoon? Yeah, it might be slightly toxic if the topic arose But it won't because your hope is set to low on the stove OK, it's time, swallow it down Leave it all behind and recognize you're homeward bound Yo, I got another serving if you're not already numb Now watch out for the airplane, yum! You know right where all these technicalities lead Everything isn't quite just how reality seems If you don't want that awkward history to repeat Then you better start choking on this mystery meat [x2]

Does the world ever seem to freeze At the same everybody else just breathes? Can't stop to ask what it means It's not supposed to be only a pipe dream At the same time, one of a kind If it wasn't back then, well it's now a sign Nothing behind but thoughts and rhymes No more wine, no more spine At the center, it's a hole in the plan Can't manage what they all can An attempt to help understand Is viewed as equivalent to outstretched hands The goal isn't meant for space And they say that it's not a race Twenty-two years, one long brace But better pray if it's not today They don't what I see when I walk down the street I know that I can't grieve, but that never stopped me Notice I don't change circling the drain Cry at the displays, close but far away What other people do... What other people do... It's not me, it's you... It's not me... Time to jettison, crash and burn Because the early bird, he took all the worms It's a state never wished or earned Nobody ever anticipates the turn See what they do, just like that No, it's not true, rush right back It's permanent, cause when your heart done crack No tourniquet, but yet it's still a wrap Talk to us, what do you need, how? Do whatever you need to to feel proud Don't need nothing but the scenic route You got a Phoenix Down? You better clean it now Away of course again, no need to pretend Every day I spend Every day I spend On my own again What other people do... What other people do... It's not me, it's you... It's not me... Twist it up, break it down Nobody knows how to interpret everything that they found And what they found, they didn't even know how tight it was wound 'Cause when it unraveled, it didn't even crack with a sound It's just how it goes, it seems It's simple if you think about the gears and machines Looks like magic at the root of the scene Because there isn't always underneath the message a theme Nobody comes this far Nobody comes this way Nobody people know cracks that hard Everybody knows that don't play It's not the kinda thing people do It's not the kinda thing people see It's not the kinda thing people do It's the kinda thing people read Wayward, prying eyes, devils in disguise Deafened, silent cries, settled suns will rise Tell me your goodbyes, I'll be close behind I'll be right nearby, look up to the sky What other people do... What other people do... It's not me, it's you... It's not me...