Many lessons

What he can't get

He's looking for

Pointless search but still explore

Suddenly this urgent

He's booking home

He search decor

Never before has he spoke these voiceless words

His sparkle's shiny

Haven't you heard?

Time keeps these sheep's in herds

People sheepish

Ya they blurb

He feel like burden

Fly like bird and soar

Kick himself out and foot the bill

Mom a quack

Throw's furniture

Duck!

What's this luck?

He's on the fucking streets looking for somebody to give one

A body mangled

Just a kid cooking uncured

Onions and curd

Incurs crying

Peeling away like mystery books

The babbling brooks are routes for blabbering crooks

Crooked

Must have mistook fer a murder

Have strength woman

The deathly reaper coming

He hollow soul

The end is coming

Dark hallow says hello

The hell will be well being for

Mr. posthumous

You'd think with her remorse it was an apocalypse

That's not humorous

The postponed apocalypse

A part escapes from his lips

Toxic fumes to rust

Wear

Tear down

Funny it's a break down...

The kid's live again

Love in gain

The miss does makes stronger

Misdemeanor

Nobody's meaner

Greener the scenery

In imagination

Insanity within

No it's imagination

The light in the darkest room

He wish time longer

Mom our fight was petty

Make right the wrongs on this earth

This is mainly a lesson

Man

He's a less one in the dirt

Like a butt to squash

Fuck that

And you can underrate me...

But man...

I know what i'm worth...