i guess you people thought you stopped me when i hesitated
i elevated my status but still i never made it
ive been so patient with waiten i dont think i can take it

ive been debatin and feuding over this music lately
my mood is changin i keep on movin and go through phases
one week i hate it another day i pursue to chase it

my booth is vacant my studios just a room inflated
filled with hatred, a microphone and some insulation
this creation i created for a single meaning

to make the script im reading to turn to a living being
so you see and believe it the way that i have felt it
its so corrosive my hands are bleeding my heart is melted

ive dealt with it for long enough i know the side effects
mildly stressed, very tense and highly depressed
piles of sweat right next to where ryan has slept

miles and miles of long road that i regret

but when i turn it into music then it comes alive

another rhyme in the flesh, i gotta survive
i feel divine when your callin me sanctified
i make a thought reality, my frankenstein


but when i turn it into music then it comes alive
another rhyme in the flesh, i gotta survive

i feel divine when your callin me sanctified
i make a thought reality, my frankenstein


i sleep on piles of paper containing scribbled words
the literature that ive created while i live and learn
ive been contaminated and lately its gettin worse

but when i spit a verse im literally killin germs
conflicting terms have led me towards a different turn
thats why the people all around me seem a bit concerned

i make envisions merge and turn to written words
im givin birth to the music; the kid has returned
my visions blurred by the memory i have consumed

its like in every room i enter resembles you
i step and move, i shake it off, i let it loose
but just to get it through, i just could never do

i set a new world record for the time elapsed
while rhymin raps but fallin off, then climbin back
my mind is trapped, my heart has stopped, my eyes are black

i finally gasp and kick $$#, im alive at last!

cuz when i turn it into music then it comes alive

another rhyme in the flesh, i gotta survive
i feel divine when your callin me sanctified
i make a thought reality, my frankenstein


cuz when i turn it into music then it comes alive
another rhyme in the flesh, i gotta survive

i feel divine when your callin me sanctified
i make a thought reality, my frankenstein



its really hard to think about it when i reminisce
thinking of everything that switched as i check the list

with every inch of my body you'll be forever missed
but with this clever script, i fill up the emptyness
im gettin pissed as i write it, so i clench my fist

from all the evidence you left me on pleasant ridge
but then i switch, this broken heart is getting fixed
the symmetrical splits joined by a leather stich

if heaven exists i probly wanna go to hell
just to have another interesting story to tell
i fell so many times now im permanently scarred

surgically flawed from the fire that burns in my heart
turnin my thoughts to a weapon full of intellect
i get respect as i disinvent the existing threat

you can murder me but dont expect to let it set
because ill murder you the moment that i resurrect