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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #181
Peak in subgenre #84
Author
Skull P.
Rights
Skullphucked 2005
Uploaded
February 07, 2005
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Therapy without the couch
Lyrics
I've grown accostomed to loving the fire
that haunting desire speaks the chaos I'm wired
voices secretly conspire inside to tap in
to regions untitled ,this author compiled
from corrupted composites that stimulate
wild compositions of a world with no fellowship to really relate
Guess I'm that negligent driver
of turbulant relationships
It seems I turn my own dial,
need to tighten the turnequet,
Cause I'm learning that,
this man ain't a rolling stone,
I should be a rock steadfast raising my own,
instead of throwing pebbles at the drunken throne
I used to be proud to call home,
their grandpa now I so wanna keep dead tone,
but seems he's a changed man,
can't remember the last time
I smelled the overwhelming stench
sending me into a defensive stance,
Pushin my buttons again
and I don't wanna be him
Just leave me alone
Pushin my buttons again
and I'm turnin into him
Losing Control
It's seems maybe as a child I collected one too many purple hearts
deep scars I'd carry from damn near womb to school hours till after dark,
developed a forward slump cause I could never lean back in class
cause my fuckin shirt would stick to what the flesh couldn't seem to mask
from fists to belt buckles and footprints yeah i had all kinds of tattoos,
it's funny how even trashed, dad would aim to hide the facts from plain view
and mom was just told to shut the fuck up about it, She'd be getting hers soon
(((ah ozzie and harriet
Hell I couldn't even get an ozzie and sharon moment
cause my parents too religious to the closed eyes supposedly open,
while I remained that skeleton everyone knew about, but never discussed
so I underachieved at damn near everything and rebuilt jericho's walls up)))
Even Now, there's times, I have to close my eyes tight and plug my ears with fingers numb,
humming happier tunes just to tune out the pain I try not to succomb
On the cool , I've been there to, like alot of you, seen it in the mirror countless times,
counting down till I'd see the fire first hand my image such a pitiful disguise
90 seconds of light for this dark man as this serum invades and I hear him again,
I grip for the cold embrace in an echo of a tile wall,
hopin the facade won't take me back to where'd they'd call
to the past walking as him
Taunting adrenalin,
the demons love bringing up my sins,
since raping all innocence
it's damn near the topic of every conversation
My venomous temperment controlled
only by the dilligent pace I motivate pens
I parry off attacks like this,
swift executions extinguish the lovely bliss
of an innocent kiss from wife to calm,
I 've been able to stay awake,
conscious of the snakes...
but what's to happen when I fall asleep again?
