Looking at the clock through a kaleidoscope eye i dip then coast once i hit the road so get out of jail free and skip a go I’ve got the whip rigged to blow cocaine drip pure as the driven snow caught the tiger with no need for tic tac toe i cant show you the ropes cause we come from totally different strokes now im gone in a whisp of smoke im like a misanthrope mr. piccolo now thats something you didn't know special beam cannon on this tricky flow and to my innermost demons now we drink a toast but the wine is spiked with brine and only me and mine are in the know I just wanna learn what makes it all tick how my supposed to know if I don’t take a risk Set alone in my abode tsk tsk and wait for it making a case for the basket I got a taste for it will o the whisp my words slip from loose lips not even god not any god can save your ship Go ahead you can take your pick but now not all will be as it seems when I hit you with thebait and switch i’m breaking the foundation make a wish or make a pitch but make it quick i’m just a fatalist with a predator Laser Disc not here for the sales pitch i’m ditching your bodies and using the heads for a stepping stone in my terrordome yeah talking about my ancestral home back when it was just I and Rosetta Stone Time flies when you’re scraping by and live by bread alone Fuck that Think I’m just gonna lay down and die not I ill make ny presence known i’m passing out post-traumatic stress syndrome Do you know what they say how about Romans and when they in Rome The Moments The omens on the telephone we got a dish and its best served cold don’t forget to practice your breath control ready for death but it’s a long while till the credits roll they say at least we have our health but man I’m starting to feel like im getting old Guess it doesn’t matter heads gonna roll take your call but got left kept on hold While everyone else leapt on a path that led to gold , left me cold came back and said god rest his soul but now I’m back from the grave gotcha on the corner of the Parkway Every fucking day with abegging bowl in hand I know that shit is getting old only fighting fit if the weather holds The secret is it takes self control to sell your soul but hey better the devil you know Than the one you don’t give it up to me and i think you’ll agree yea and if we’ve gone through thick when the thin was getting thinner then were similar sinners just peas in a sick pod with the ability to think on our feet and recognize patterns betwixt and between picture this scene, love is a pyramid scheme endorsed by a cinema screen hellbent ive got shells sent to nip at your heels live in fear and repent, ill keep it real and then dip, til my minutes are spent.