My shirt still smells like you. I keep the Grant Green handy, only myself to vibe to. You were just here last night. Played and true, deja vu, knew you in a past life. Cashed pipe, and the smoke from drugs linger. Sinner in the winter, addiction livin inside my fingers. Enter through the exit, leave through the entrance. Spit my scars in bars, a fallen star to ten kids. I never repented, or ascended. Just got suspended, like my feelings toward you. The pandemic is endemic to this town, let's go on tour soon. I implore you to endure gloom as it consumes us two. Born bruised, sore tooth. And I'm blaming cavities and gravity, when actually it's my fault if everybody's sad at me. The hostile apostle at a crossroads in a costco. Everyone wants their own talk show. And I just wanna choke God's throat. If I'm blasphemous enough maybe happiness will come. In the form of Christian activists mad at what I've done. Maybe I just want attention, like a kid in detention. But I am what I make me, my own intended invention. Loved like I meant it, but love's just a chemical. Addicted to the feeling of pushing when I'm meant to pull. Love's just a chemical. This love's just a chemical.

Feels like everything is ending. Or is it really beginning? All of us pretending we're kidding when you're still listening. Whispering to fix a wing, you gotta get the kids to sing. Survival is so sickening, I know I'll never kill the king. Music's saved me lately baby, it's this helplessness that's hell to quit so I dwell a bit, tellin kids they'll admit I'll be writin shit and sellin it long after they're all skeletons, it's all irrelevant. I'll keep livin. While they speak in fiction. I won't even listen, don't wanna be a victim, they leave it hidden. I should've written. Admitting its the worst of the best of times. You heard my depressing lines, lifetime anesthetized, and they wonder why I feel less alive. Don't wanna step in line, believe what was said allegedly. Don't need to get this high to try to forget what you meant to me. I keep talking about borders, disorders, I've been pacing around. Face in a frown, stayin in town now. Down, out, drowned and I hate what I've found. This life is all one ways. It gets hard to trust fate. Somedays it feels like loves fake, trying to stay above snakes. This life is all flood gates. That open just to frustrate. Some days I just say fuck fate. Still above snakes. I've been livin so reckless. Feelin like wreckage. Haven't been missin my exes. I've been skipping on breakfast. Thinkin about the message. If I really meant this. If I don't call you back it's cause I'm always wrapped up in a skull that's cracked. Pulse intact, all syntax fallin fast, not crawlin back, Colin's sad until the songs exact. I've been livin like I'm never gonna die. Like my eulogys a pop song, soft long lullaby. Like problems underlined by toxins undefined from another time I was nullified. And i dont wanna lie unless it's to a policeman. They're sayin what we're seein is freedom I don't believe em. Same way that life goes when you take the right dose. We've been wearing blindfolds, eyes closed, I know... This life is all one ways. It gets hard to trust fate. Somedays it feels like loves fake, trying to stay above snakes. This life is all flood gates. That open just to frustrate. Some days I just say fuck fate. Still above snakes. This life is all rough days. You'll end up with some scrapes. In a drunk daze, with that familiar blood taste. Above snakes. This life is all mundane. Every nights a Sunday. Things are going just great. I'm still above snakes.

Ben Collins: Logging off Facebook getting robbed in the streets. lunatic’s inside of me I thought tonight, so silently but God still heard me crying out so desperately violent dreams waking up to people always crowding me a proud virgin for a while to some, an oddity learned how to be at peace with every part of me me me me selfishness devoured me now it’s time to plant these trees giving life to watered seeds and my wife is imaginary at least i own these thoughts to share quiet library rioting inside madison square don’t mean wisconsin plot thickening, it’s scary to see like based mob, I’m rare i got no fair but i paid my dues never made the news for broken records i scratched vinyl, it just sounded whack I’m bout to spazz, pocket protector plan water’s poison to alcoholics who wobble past where is waldos at? I spy second childhoods, sad mister rogers ass? i went to rehab probably where you’re headed too my friends never born a stan destined, forever to be the man nas, stillmatic no spraying, laughter still “canned” Happy Tooth: We demonize what we don't understand. Used to seem alive and never ever wanted fans. Earned respect. Took that, put it in my bookbag. I've always been a hoodrat, learned I could rap, never looked back. Shook cats for a good laugh, never played a plagiarist. Emcees have been fakin wit. Save the shit cause you're made of it. I'll annex your territory. Gorey stories to share the glory. I'll make you scared of morning. All of this, while barely touring. The whole crew is mischievous. That's what never sleeping does. The systems been impeding us. The neighborhood stopped speaking up. We never eat enough. Food here is a damn mirage. Camouflaged, hand to God, get a paycheck and it's gone. Writin my own epilogue to try and stay ahead of God. Feelin better off, being lead along, by just a song. Show me where the loudest crowd is. I'm sleepin on your couches. Poverty constantly. Put my money where my mouth is. Dug: Eviction notices for spiders living in my brain. They know I'm kidding, over getting convinced it's not the same without em. Blame it on the thetans or Satan, I'm spacing on the proper nomenclature. Wait, that's a tangent, my bad. We've been so patient for awakening, taken with a complacency the things they make us believe, as it turns out are make believe. Form is emptiness but that's a form. And everything is averages, fill out a form. And that's a norm, like castle wars and wait a second... We really just can't hang out everyone? Come on really now, The Sermon On The Mount was plenty. John Lennon was a bonus fuckers. You're all such suckers for structures. Here's one, how bout no one suffers please. I'll admit I was optimistic when ya'll started rolling up your sleeves. It's basically the law that we all hate to be alive. The only alternative to the vacancy inside is alternative music, the truth is fake, your dreams a lie. So obviously your only hope is to follow what I say. (yeah)

Everything's always going the wrong way. Every days a long day and the same songs play. I live life off page trying to think like Tom Waits. Avoid debt, loss, and disappointment on my mom's face. Beyond gray, the days are somber. And lackluster, we cant get stronger the longer we have hunger. I wanna go all in and fix all your problems. But I stay lost in chaos with all of these odd friends. Knots in my throat. Eyes bloodshot from a lack of sleep. You're talking to a ghost and sunspots happen naturally. Tactfully my soul actually acts the same way naturally. The darkest part a tradgedy with the rest following gravity gradually. Here we go again. I'm feeling supine. Too fine with drinkin that moonshine and waiting for my due time. You'll find I'm not a hometown hero. I'm a lone down weirdo. Wishing there was no ground zero. I don't make music, I just try to stay lucid. Going through the day shoeless. Cause some can't choose this. Excuses are what you'll get from this amoeba. But I'm drowning in sativa receiving subpoenas. Oddly enough some are talking it up. Saying life's great while I'm stuck lost in a rut. Making songs that reflect that when I know I should just rap. Forget the nausea, trauma, don't talk about your setbacks. Life isn't a pop song. But bring the chorus in. Everyone's so bored of sin. I wanna be born again. Life isn't a pop song. But bring the chorus in. Everyone's so bored of sin. I wanna be born again. No one ever said this would be glamorous. But I'm still looking for where the hidden camera is. Hand to fist. Either giving dap or fighting. Which is which? Fix it quick. The joke grows so enticing. Is this real life? If so what's that feel like? All the despair in the air won't save me. But a meal might. I just worsen the burden with verses on verses. Cursed with these urges to purchase some worthless. The cat killed curiosity. Heaven goes to all dogs. I'm lacking in veracity. But believe we're all gods. Though its hard to pull this out when you're full of doubt. My tongues become a gun and I'm just choking on the bullets now. Not aimless but my aims just hitting the targets poorly. Broke masochist, protagonist. Stuck in the first part of the story. Art bores me. Cause life's become imitation. We find someone we wanna be then subtly emulate them. Where do we go to escape our ego? My life's a free show. So I'm so sorry if I seem low. These bones secrete defeat or seep hate. I see these dreams as keepsakes. So don't wake me if I sleep late.

Happy Tooth: No one want to argue. But we always start to. Reckless with a message. On your necklace like a shark tooth. Part two, and then the grand finale. No one gives a damn about me. Been livin hand to mouthing. Whole life summed up in these albums I leave. And our conversations always end with you shouting at me. I hate all your industry. Must be something in the meat. It's been so bleak this century. No empathy, so incomplete. No in between. And I don't know what the future holds. But I'd rather throw a party then attend another funeral. Stay calm, be a pawn. Don't admit you've been used. Continue with skin bruised into different venues where you sing blues. Don't wanna eat garbage but it's what we can afford. Country full of junkies that can't leave. Just slam the door. It's a camera war. Illuminatti in the bushes. Reptilian lizard men exist I swear check the footage. Oh my goodness. It fluctuates in other ways. Say something great. Enunciate your crushing weight stomach ache. Living life is cancerous, gettin tumors from our cellphones. All of us are mannequins with phantom limbs, Hell's closed. Build your towers tall so they're about to fall. But me and Owl are comin, bustin through the outer wall.

Don’t think about h-h-h-how everything won’t be workin’ out Enjoy the now Allow the time to take time Just when you thought you got it You just lose it You’re not stupid You’re just doin’ Way too much thinkin’ Stinkin’ up your opportunity Life is now pursuin’ the continuity between thinkin’ and a scene Mean was never my intention I’m sorry for the candor but I really have to mention My feelings and the tension When you over think it you shrink it like a trinket Believe, act, and achieve Just love who you are and feel the feelings leave Check this out Believe in all that you are but it’s nothin’ if you never do somethin’ Our lives keep fallin’ apart when we let time set our mind set too small (Happy Tooth) I’m always falling apart calling it art Crawling in the dark I start looking for sparks I’ll feel better if I express it vocally Hopefully the dopamine gets rid of my woe is me Openly they oversee that there’s no way out Sayin’ clock in, shut up, and don’t breakdown Laid out, stretched thin at the end of my rope But I’ll begin again and tend to intend to send what I wrote And mean it, it’s no secret I’m as lost as you Coming unglued in pieces from the toxic fumes But when I’m done walkin’ through any type of hell I know I believed in me and did it all by myself Check this out Believe in all that you are but it’s nothin’ if you never do somethin’ Our lives keep fallin’ apart when we let time set our mind set too small *scratching* Believe in all that you are but it’s nothin’ if you never do somethin’ Our lives keep fallin’ apart when we let time set our mind set too small

Tell me where the exit is. Don't look so desperate. I was hesitant and I guess I shoulda been. Came to see you just a friend. But all your kisses taste like medicine. But that's where it ended at just a kiss. Nothingness, where the heart is only lust exists. Just dismissed the very concept. When you started sharing nonsense. Your pupils were tiny. Something made you scary honest. A weary locksmith. I tried to find you in the right key. The thought you liked me was like an IV. But it felt so slimy the way I thought it might be. Real life daytime drama. Run on sentences no commas traumas mentioned in her mantra. All she wants to do is get high by the lake. I'm scared she'll make the right mistake. And die wide awake. While I'm faking my own death to make you listen. The irony comes violently cause musics my addiction. Components are corrosive. Devoted to whats hopeless. A headstart to a death march approaches. I'm proud to be cowardly outwardly. Only came cause I was out of weed now doubt is soundly drowning me. You started nodding off and getting manic. Wanted to stick around but I just can't stand it. An addict with a habit didn't know until you answered your phone so bro could call you from jail. I head every damn word. I guess you can't learn. Grabbed my shit and left. Made a call, got a ride, haven't heard from you yet. Still don't know if you're alive or dead. Eyes violent red. Blind instead, it's why I fled. I wish you woulda chose life instead. Sick, from lies I've been fed. Like I said for all I know you died in bed, Like I said.... for all I know you're dead.

(Happy Tooth) I'm doper than heroin I'm so arrogant. This composer isn't sober. He's scared of them Americans. And he don't care again. There's no words for closure. Does it again if you're daring him. And he wonders why they call him an embarrassment. He'll just kiss the strange lips of the same abyss we're all starin in. But he is me, when I say we I'm meanin all of us. No comment so often we're just speakin to these walls too much. They saw the cuts let's all discuss what sorrow does. Act surprised you're alive and survived when tomorrow comes. Don't look through this aperture. All these passengers are taciturn. Didn't hear the captains words. Turned into scavengers afterwards. Had the audacity to laugh at birds. As if they could ever be as free if they had the worth. All talkin but nobody ever says shit. Unintelligent. Live and let live but they should just quit. We all want a swell night. Maybe to be held tight. We're just trying to sell spite. Cause if you're wealthy you can't say you know what Hell's like. They say they've never heard a rapper so honest. That raps for no profit. But I'm done talkin, no comment.

Where I come from nobody tempts fate. But when the rents raised we all wanna escape. Lately it seems like they'd like to break me. Until the day I'm eighty, I'll be the way they made me. Not like they used to, but used to the loose tooth falling out of our mouths until the cops shoot through. The barricade our parents made is crumbling slowly. Gentrified. Sent to die. Nothing to show me. Out of work and pushed to the outskirts of the city. Clouded words and sounds emerge. Drowning us in pity. So quickly, build a wall and start a war. Swiftly, kill em all. It's our reward. A carnivore never questions the next hunt. They step up either have the best luck or get stuck. Fed dust, some smoke and some steam. More loved ones left to choke in the street. So don't intervene all of this is progressive. There's no industry that's calling this defective. Perfect it. It's all foreclosure. So call it so pure. No sir I didn't even know I was speeding. I was retreating from a self-defeating meaning this evening. Now each thing is a little more magnified. The gratified had to lie and now no one is satisfied. I didn't go to work but I needed the money. They didn't own the dirt and now they're billing me monthly. I didn't go to work but I really needed the money. They don't own the dirt and what they're building is ugly. I didn't go to work but I really needed the money. I don't own the dirt and now they're billing me monthly. I didn't go to work because they keep stealing from me. They don't own the dirt and what they're building is ugly. What they're building is ugly.

Lyrics: It's been one of those days for a couple of years. I'm in a low place hopin somethin appears. If you think my style's weird, I'm just fighting fear. This isn't a smile here, these are crocodile tears. Unlovable, uncomfortable, dysfunctional phrasing. Untouchable, screamin gutteral, raging, saying, tried to change things there's fifty ways to change. Strange that I refrain from choosing one to stay the same. I wanna feel better than ever together whatever endeavor. But when I'm falling apart there's just never an effort. Use to uselessness. Forgot what retribution is. Make the music fit, stream the revolution kids. Feelin introverted and inverted on purpose. Then again I've been a serpent, everything's uncertain. I'm a wet cigarette, indirect with no filter. Livin so bewildered, all I wanted was familiar. I waited all night for someone to get a hold of me. No one did, and it's alright, I'm speakin soulfully. About nothing and everything so you'd fall for me. Just wanna land solidly so we all agree honestly, I just miss you, and I know I can't fix you. You don't miss me, and you know I need fixed too. I write about how lost I am. Never had a lot of fans. Won't get recognition, til you see my hologram. Let's be honest, all this work is for nothing. Deadly promise to be prophets. Left wanting. I don't have any good news, nothing you could use, you're just a crook too, I don't know what you should do. Speakin on the past, like it's a resurrection. When I only hurt myself and this is just a weapon. I wanna say it's over, to know that this is permanent. But we're all unhappy and that's the truth I'm burdened with. I've only seen this city at night. Everything I've written's simply contrived. I'll try to look for you I'm squinting my eyes. Said I missed you, it's a pity I lied. I've only seen this city at night. Seems our dreams are living to die. I've only seen this city at night. Don't know how to tell you I'm just sick of the light. I feel like the only stop sign in Paris. Interpret it as romantic if you're careless. Woke up, and I forgot where I was. But remembered empty promises I make when I'm drunk. Giving myself the silent treatment. Stone walled by my own fault. Violent weakness. Walkin to the corner store, listenin to horrorcore. Tryin to resist goin door to door with chloroform like, this is a hold-up. Blame it on the doldrums. Might end up in Folsom. Sayin that I told em. Parasites appear at night, right? Scared alive by pairs of eyes that stare inside, life-like. The two of us have only seen this city at night time. The later it gets the less that we're in our right mind. My baby says she's broke inside. Says it's last call. This disease is localized. I'm dead on the asphalt. Here's a song you'll never hear. Hopin for a better year. Each lines a piece of me. Recently severed ear. This beat isn't long enough to list these grievances. You think I'm a piece of shit. Arguments and bleeding fists. Tell me who this songs about. No we'll never talk it out. (Got my hopes up, then you shot me down.)

(Happy Tooth) Yeah I get it. Now I need a way to get rid of it. The way the system is, addiction lives in advertisements for dividends. I'm grim again. Meant to win but losing constantly. Choose the prophecy. We knew that logically they were all wrong. Not strong when I'm just feelin discombobulated. It's this job I hate it. Misfit on occasion. It's all sickness I'm a patient. I'm not embarrassed I shot the sheriff. He'd gotten careless. Like a pair of foster parents that aren't there. Let's talk awareness. Call me versatile. Naw I'm volatile. All the while in denial forcing what you call a smile. Saw the trial, what they thought was vital. Hope they swallow vile vials full of rotten bile. Convict a kid then let an officer go that shot a child. Not in style and I hope it never will be. Oughta know they better kill me. Cause I'd never go in guilty. So I'm filthy, call me Pigpen. I need a quick cleanse. Looking through a thick lens. Never knowing how far this addiction extends. It's dim, and we need illumination. Too many stupid faces and human racists. And from the way you've explained this, the truth must be painless. But we're still losing wages. Stuck inside our useless cages. Seize the day but hate it. At least the musics sacred. Ain't it?

Despite the wild ride. I'll try to smile wide. If life's a lie I'll find a spine and try to hide. I like to ride the lines in my private time. Why abide to the giant signs while driving blind? We'll just die inside the biased time and violent crime. While pouring on the iodine like life is fine. Stars might align and we might reach the threshold. Our hearts might decide to subside and leave this vessel. Revel in the dull grays, in your minds hallways. I still believe in always. I keep it in the crawl space. Raw scrapes on long days are meant to be bittersweet. Sent to me timidly to sensibly intervene with a dream. I sit here defenseless. Down in the trenches. Heart pounding relentless. From the sound of a sentence. I probably should've stayed in bed and never raised my head. The food is made of lead. So today we're dead. Lord I'm bored from the madness of average. Sore from the war and the last kiss on chapped lips. Rereading the passage is like squeezing your cracked ribs. A savage practice of ripping of the wings we're cast with. Sit and watch the grass die. But don't ever ask why. Wake up with a black eye and blame it on last night. Pass by but don't forget where you're headed. This embedded in apathetic end that we're fed with. Basically it's make believe the way that we're living. Impatiently we wait to see to claim there's an ending. Complacently we hate to breathe and face what we're missing. But bravery won't stay with me I'll stray from ascending. What I mean to say is let's leave today. It's a leap of faith so just lead the way. Everyone's been lied to. It's the hand that feeds that bites you. They try and shove a knife through every single tried truth. Buy new, or sell it used for profit. Or throw it in the fire and breathe in all of the toxins. I find it strange and a crying shame. How we force climate change and take lives in vain. Blind to the pain with the existence of barbiturates. We go and earn certificates but all our hearts are sick of it. Give a shit or live in it. It's all so insignificant. Diminished with the benefit of being quick to finish it. A membership to a club you want no part of. Things start rough, get carved up, parch, fuck, and starve us. Spark plugs in the place where your heart was. We beat our drums hard cause we march when the dark comes. I get the pay off. From the same job. But hope to get laid off so I can just daywalk. They shot whoever got in the way. Stoppin to pray, walkin away, feelin godly today. But he's not in this country, all they worship is money. Morbid corpses that morph this courtship into bloody. Sunny, but only from the ultraviolet rays. burning off the skin on your sullen silent face. Die today. And try to tell em it was worth. Or take the purpose you purchased and toss it in the furnace.

Lyrics: (Fringe Owl) Only human, that’s no excuse for my carelessness I need more therapists Shedding skin like a snake again let salesman pitch death cause they’re aware their sick but can’t cure themselves, that’s where I come in stumbling won’t ever slip though schizophrenic, yet there’s no slit throat exempt from God’s laws, abusing privileges yet, I wrote sick poems sit back and get blown light up a spliff, or get carried away by your own mistresses was stoned like half my life, drunk off rum, still drove there’s cameras in my eyes, tell satellites to go home extreme bitterness was eating away my heart An extra who became a star just playing his part Now Whole (Happy Tooth) I shouldn't need to smoke an eighth to feel creative. Shouldn't need to go away escape these cages. But I'm only human. Lonely, broke, and bruised then. All I am is loose ends. Confusion and new sins. Too grim, but these few friends keep my head straight. If I stray today to decay they'll say let's wait. Put it in my resume, that we've all seen better days. I try to educate, medicate, but the pressure stays. Without this privilege, how would you treat me? Fuck a pessimist prejudice you learned watchin T.V. I just wanna death-defy, commit regicide ahead of time. Hopin my head is fine. Fight to edify the best of lines. Feels like goin backwards. Humanity's inhumane. Minutes fade like promises went away when you came. In a crammed arena, you know that I ran to see ya, searchin for a damn idea or a panacea. I'm only human. I'm only human, it's no excuse for my carelessness. For my own amusement I'm showin proof that I'm scared again. I'm nothing compared to them. Just something as arrogant. Fakin a full house, and all I gots a pair of tens. My patience is wearing thin. I must not be prepared for it. A heretic's embarrassment. I'm only human it's no excuse for my carelessness. I'm only human, it's no excuse for my.. It makes me happy to see you happy. These parties make me sad sometimes. If we're laughing and we're really laughing. We'll hardly even have to cry. Existing can make us sad for some reason. Days are bad so we just try to sleep in. They say I don't have to want freedom. But I'm only human and I must be dreaming. It makes me happy to see you happy. And these parties make me sad sometimes. If we're laughing and we're really laughing. We'll hardly even have to cry.

I'm gonna walk away. I don't wanna talk today. I've had a lot to say, but now I'm feeling withdrawn. I don't know if it's dawn, or if this song has enough relatability to live long before I'm gone. And when I'm gone will the world notice? When all the blood is drawn what refills a person's oceans? Hopeless is the vibe I give off while I'm living. But we hide inside a lie, wide-eyed, grit teeth, grinning. Giving all I got but it isn't much at all. Crashing into another wall. While breaking a hundred laws. Always saying something false to derail a question. I'm too afraid to convey a detailed confession. So I digress when I start to write and my heartless eyes, have a harder time dealing with this part of sight. I wanna walk away. Forget my thoughts today. I'm really not ashamed. Of what I've got to say. In an awkward way this world feels like loneliness. Like everyone is lost unaware if home exists. If it does sometimes I don't feel like a part of it. I wish I could connect our sunsets before our hearts start to quit. I'm gonna walk away, so don't be so shocked okay. The habit that I have is probably just locked in place. I need a new excuse to be a recluse. I'll sit here forever and forget that my legs move. Write 156 songs about how people are confusing. Then stare at the walls and forget what I was doing. When I'm long gone, call this one my swan song. I'll sing along happily if you can sing it back to me. When I'm long gone call this one my swan song. When I'm long gone call this one my swan song. I'll sing along happily if you can sing it back to me.

(Ben Collins) Your auras composed of question marks. I'll pick your head apart. Rip your bed apart. Searchin for the medicine to spark. Your rep is just a farce. My weapons are my bars. I stand alone next to henchmen, barking, "Reject your better parts." No comparisons yet the start. You can set the crown down. It's about time for everybody to bow down. Ben's in charge. I got direction now, like handlebars. Heavy songs, writing until I am a rap god. No demigod. Got back motherfucker to my roots in the ground. Nearly parched. Quenchin my thirst or I'll starve. I got a laundry list of flaws to repair before I'm gone. From my wounded heart, I can bruise a shark with my floss, no teeth, just my claws. This is my better part. Never dart off with our shit, we'll find you and connect the dots. A leopard with a sharpie caught behind the dumpster kissin frogs. Light switches, flip em on. Watch the oceans just depart. The river's god. (Happy Tooth) I got all these question marks. But no answers. Got more problems than Jay-Z does and these hands hurt. Guess I can't learn. I wanted some punctuation. Another situation to put these skills on display in. Impatient, cause this culture taught me not to wait. Altered how I faltered, then I lost the one that got away. Just answer me candidly, panicking frantically, can it be less damaging if you're just answering angrily? Tell me what you want from me. Lie and say that you don't love to breathe. I feel like we're on different wavelengths. You seem right. And I just wanna say thanks. Posting depressing updates on my lunch break. But I know all these questions are just for love's sake. I'm always either head or heart. Lookin for a better start. You can keep the question marks. I'm always either head or heart. Lookin for a better start. I dream, and I bleed. And you said it's art. I'm always either head or heart. All I am is question marks. I'm always either head or heart. And all I am is question marks. (Mikey The Kidd) I question my obsessions like smokin blunts after liquor swigs. Eat a couple caps, then pop in a couple of acid hits. Always on the dumb shit. Never wanted to be a kid. Now it's coming back to me. Look what all of my actions did. Stressed out, feelin like a failure. Now I'm tied down with this anchor like a sailor. Tried to play smart but ended up with no savior. Now I'm asking questions all thanks to this bad behavior. So next time I decide to go bomb on this. I'll go and look back on zero of my accomplishments. Pick another root and start dusting off my own consciousness. The answer is so obvious. Can't you tell that I got this shit?

Blake: I got my pajamas and my footies. My favorite book and a hot cup of milk. I got a little bit of music on a playlist. And my sheets are made of silk. Watch out! Feather bed, a light scent of Downey. Calm darkness totally surrounding. Imagine the feeling is floating and the sound is wind rustling, leaves grounding. You let your eyelids get heavy. I coulda had my erector set ready. Go for it, but don't worry about me Betty, I was headed for this pillow before the sun was setting. Stephen Sauer: (Chorus) Rap music you can fall asleep to. x4 Happy Tooth: I've been rappin to my pillow, laughin in my sleep, half awake and I still doze off and the bills get lost. Where's today's mail? Lookin at the gray-scale. Safe to say this dream is a safe fail. I ain't well, and I've been grinding my teeth. Dying to sleep, trying to speak, but everything I say is outta either spite or grief. An honest insomniac, who only wants something beyond a nap. I just need a spot to lay my head, what's wrong with that? (Chorus) Dug: I learned how to write cause it's harder to learn to sleep. I was counted as a sheep and it kept me up for weeks. Now it's Downey as a duck feather, pen sending love letters, feeling much better in my Dug sweater. Comfortable, wonderful. World peace on a beach, kitten stretching. Relax, eat snacks, keep resting. No more thorn pillows, some warm, warm milk though. Why can't I fall asleep without playing a radio? (Chorus) Blake: Duck down, flip the pillow and drool more. You wanna be back in the window aisle of the tool store. With a gray skinned alien and Julian Moore, before it becomes your high school prom in a huge storm.(T.A.L.) Trips the norm, the tune is viral. The moon is title, while your mood is vital. Remove fan dials, snooze is mild. Let it be all, "Ooooh child." Until your days lessons turn from alphabet soup to filed. (Chorus) Happy Tooth: I'm sellin melatonin. I'm pretty sure Hell is frozen. Knock hard, I might be asleep and the bell is broken. But I'm always counting sheep, in the crowd or in the beat. Everyone I've ever met is valiantly sound asleep. Is this a dream or our collective reality? Sleepwalkin off the balcony down into the crowded streets. Hopin Mom's proud of me, like we are of our tall towers. I haven't slept a wink and so I think at all hours. (Chorus) Dug: My circadian rhythms were crazy as pigeons. Playin cicadas, praying, fishing in tornadoes. Still awake, daydreaming in the middle of the night. Pick a riddle, pick a fight with it. I warned myself I'd do it. Bore a hole in the floor where I pace and wait. This is a sleeping song. The sounds of waterfalls and static and everything you believe in is wrong. Good night folks. It's probably not gonna be alright, so you need some.

[Damn Selene] it’s the return of unlicensed sad titan prize fight shadow box cutter by night then daylight, chained to the brainwave’s dips and the bumps? same thing when the mind state flips if you don’t mind my fists were made for shaking as things may seem, I’m slowly fading the bad dream team in the halls with blankies requiring more hugs when the going gets cranky the reason I’m here is to shriek at cloud cover from underground to the rooftop, one bound dusting the floorboard scrap up from off my shoulders a goal miner glittering the walls twice over we go through phases like vibrato from full of bullshit to blank and hollow calling all star fighters slash wrong righters whom only crawl out of bed to step to phone booths [Happy Tooth] everything is perfect now take the world and burn it down we're those rappers you heard of got burnt tongues from the word of mouth had a job, got terminated said I should impersonate them the subtle shaping of a person's fate is worse than hatred I wish I had a message but I just have a death wish everything is fine now it almost matches heaven whether my brain hemorrhages or they escort me off the premises. the final line is time is time and everything finishes. [Dug] everyone be cool, we can defeat laws won’t stop, can’t, till it’s raining meatballs put me on the tree frog side of the seesaw middle of the crowd making the sign of the beachball dealt another crushing blow focusing on puppies though face is melting, help me tell myself it’s just a runny nose yo, Janis Joplin in the walkman panic often gotta do it probably all the progress is a lot of movement not congruent type of guy to firefly collect instead of lantern buy I don't reflect the light and yet they all just call me camera shy dashing back to square one pass it by a fair sum till I can find a finish line I can really get behind [hook] everything is fine, right? except when everything reminds me feeling fine is finite [HT] I wanna see the world through virgin eyes. not full of ads for merchandise. diversify and fertilize. try to murder time, and blur lines with lies. [DS] I mean, I kinda tried that but thanks for contributing the pain in my chest is the point that you’re missing it’s annoying at best trying sort through the stress on an eye to eye quest, though despite your conditioning [Dg] thought I saw the light but I got too close for comfort didn't learn a thing and now my wings are all sunburnt you can find me somewhere in between these characters I must have built up higher than I did all the barriers [HT] climbing up something tall cause we love to fall don't wanna be another stereotype, scared to carry a mic, buried alive, wearing a tie, barely defined, swearing I'm fine. [DS] but why god why is the devil still alive, though? and time flies less than it glides on the way down clock wise, street’s smart enough to rise seldom the cell doors held where the pipeline lets out [Dg] I forget my lines but I was on some anti-something party like it's Nineteen minutes till the big destruction running out of metaphors for things I'd rather not discuss if I had things to say you know I probably wouldn't talk this much [DS] my breath is the last of my weaponry left I expect that the next one I draw will be swept across feet of the last seen adept of my enemies let me this gasp, as my last will and testament yes, I am fearful and yes, I am stressed yes, I've been crossed and stakes in their breasts were as high as you'd find my fists ever stretched do not discount my breath, it's my last weapon left [h] everything is fine, right? except when everything reminds me feeling fine is finite