day grows old

build up your saliva and get ready to kill the fire

spit in the face of figure heads

give 'em a taste of the shit i said

build a place for children to escape

the inbred human race of living deadbeat

dads milking the motherless childcare system

let the sleepers have another nightmare from christian conservatives

they don't fight fair and any religion would murder kids

if they don't quite care about the condition

of the prison where we're serving bids

once i escape my skin cell i won't be banging on the bars of soap

that i dropped into my living hell

the seemingly indestructible knuckles of my fists are clean

keeping eyes wide open and bulging out like mr. bean

misdemeanors made to look like felonies

the prison queen

is existing in his own filth and feeling no guilt it seems

it's a dream with cheetah speed we're chasing after

some are running quick

track teams want me to lead but face the fact

y'all can't catch up to it

pace at your own pace on this race track

you'll eventually get lapped on your last leg while stretching my aggression is just a lack of serotonin

plug the jack of your telephone in to the wall

so i can call your bluff just to say what's up

how ya doin'

now i've ruined the beautiful sound of silence

won't get quiet until the voices in my head come down with laryngitis

talking

talking

talking

talking

so much to say

so little sense to make

bedposts get chopped off once innocence gets raped

close the curtains and drapes

pull down the blinds

cover your ears

block your nose and mouth

shut your eyes

there's a black box in my head which is actually read

when i crash and burn it keeps a record of every last word i said

it goes one" for the finger