If I had a dollar for every time I sat and counted
and said if I had a dollar maybe I would be about this
But for now it's so cloudy in the mist, boundaries, all that %#@!

keepin me away from my hour in the valley of the shadow of death

and though I don't walk with jesus I still feel it when I see the tallest steeples

or even talk to preachers, it's all for naught but either way
these people changed and it gave meaning way to their feet to grace
everything in these peoples' way, all their pain alleviates


as I sit here in the deepest pain,
not because of loss or even gain, but rather lack of meaning

hey, maybe I should be that
I'm blind to the riches of life, even I could see that, no one sees the time at these tracks


we just kinda follow em, and hope they take us somewhere nice
but they're right in the back of their minds, cause lust will fight
It seems as if people get everything to ruin me

stupidly I choose to be the one to express musically

I remember the days it was just rap -- not even this music

could be cured with words of expression or %#@!-doin
Even if I could perfectly say what I wanted to, the %#@!'s useless
There's always deeper down to dig, thousands of miles of boundary %#@!


I don't like the sound of it, gettin in you think you're bound get
out again, eventually you realize you're bound by the sounds again

music's got you by the throat but you're ok with it
then you begin to wish that you never came within the cave of this


and then you start to see the hardening of walls to breach,
gossip speaks and starts these things for all to see
things that don't exist before you start to speak -- word twisting, absurd,

bird flipping is worse, living in herds, giving my worst

to call it my best. I leave it broken but polished for guests

They walk in the room and see the shards of a chest
Where the treasure once was is now home to fate
The lonely wait to hold the weight on my shoulder blades is prone to change