THE DEAL

Ahem Here's your noise on a silver plate And it was made by you (I hate it) Don't berate yourself, you played What you played best (No, erase it) You were only nineteen (Yes) So it would be in your best interest To make that girl happy (That girl is dead) (And I'm the skinwalker who put her to bed) Clean up the mess, scour the sites Do it until your hands and cheeks turn white Another one goes under Thank goodness that's not me The fields of broken glass are gone But along with it goes my fought-for longing for pride and content with the food on my plate in fear of the scrutiny Always spinning, sometimes out of commission Given permission to light the ignition When I can't move or even breathe Due to chemicals stuck in my psyche Hold this rock for the rest of your days Letting go of it will get you outta life's way But the ten thousand people who wait by the bay Will remember your unfulfilled duty You leave the country See ya when I'm twenty You leave the country See ya when I'm twenty Where the dead of the night has never stopped me And the amen break is my destiny I was meant to be, in love with DnB It's my peak you see, none a you are ready Have a piece for free, only costin' time It's me in my prime, won't ya listen to this This is true bliss, and the snares Are an angel's kiss, can never miss Gone is the day of an expectation That I'll be better with no hesitation I was the equivalent of oatmeal raisin Now I'm a Snickers bar riddled with razors No more running, it's time to embrace it The past is behind me, I won't have to face it The least of my worries are mile-away days And the most of them are reaching for food on my plate Ha ha, thanks Mr Recession (No problem) Stick to your guns, keep it right with you until your hands turn white Another one goes under, Thank goodness it's not me, Let's keep to what I'm most known for Or the world succumbs to its interstellar core I know I can keep it running Like a machine in a factory Always spinning, sometimes out of order I'm not familiar with the border of What is acceptable and what is not 'scuse me I lost it at Aisle 3 Aisle 3 Aisle 3 Aisle 3 Aisle 3 Aisle 3 Aisle 3 Aisle 3 Aisle 3 See? All you need is a new perspective And then all food can taste delicious No matter what age you make it at Fair She's still dead though