Egotistic testicular, pheromones are particularly
Inclined to self obsessive compulsive disorder
And I’m fine with living the lie that I have defined, it’s torture
Drawing a line between the fantasy life and horror
I smoke weed daily I’m lazy and make my mother cry
Her son’s a fucking fucked up loser who won’t get a job
Or try to get out of bed, it’s in his head, the plan he must devise
Please humor us, my hubris, will be my own demise
Fuck, that’s all I do, I do it well
Entropy is catching up to me, I’ll rise or I’ll fall
The clock is ticking I’m writing poems for all to feel this
My music can heal this self inflicted by ignorance is bliss
Gimme love addiction to empathy is all see
Is products ready to be sold to me
I’m not buying the whole mass marketed
Self contained controlling mess
The force fed lowest common denominator easy to digest
Like chemtrails, I am polluting the atmosphere
Vibrations in motions, manipulating whoever comes near
Some think I am ironic, rule 34 and sonic
Artistic, autistic, get my words twisted, I’m listed
In history books, one eyed look
Mark the page, brand new age, I’m center stage
Burning sage, at minimum wage because i’m servant class
Ceilings made of glass and I am calling mass