Third Rock From The Sun
Not complacent
Feeling ancient like them caveman paintings
Man i hate my own species they treat each other like they feces
So I'm getting more than high
Looking down feeling mortified by all these assorted lies
No sight of hope born with distorted eyes
That don't do much more than cry
I'm emptiness exemplified
Dead so my stiffy rigor mortis
Sip gallon of lean got me moving like a tortoise
Every days a bad hare day
Scatter brained despair days
Smoke deep in my airways
I tried to act in fair ways
But fell down every stairway to heaven
Learned a lesson round age 11
Sometimes The answer never matters its the thoughts you question
Knowledge is a powerful weapon
Against lessons of depression
Ill as fuck so locked me in the quarantine
Thorazine shuffle like a zombie in a horror scene
I only see my shrink cause I'm attached to his furnishings
I'll only see a priest when i feel the flames start burning me
Bereft of wealth so imma get it with my stealth
Stuffed sleeves cause it's dumb to play the hand you've been dealt
[Hook 2x]
This my third rock today sun
On some John Lithgow shit
Dots on the forehead
Dipping quick when i hit a lick
So damn sick every second having coughing fits
I think i need a coffin fit
Won't pass knowing you talking shit
Bereft of wealth so imma get it with my stealth
Stuffed sleeves cause it's dumb to play the hand you've been dealt