now i can't even think back
when i reminisce on my own past i cringe
it gets under my skin like a syringe. i binge on food for thought. avoiding memory lane on my way home
get lost and have to look for a pay phone
i could have sworn i did when i left
my breath gets heavy with every theft
y'all didn't round my childhood
if i could have smiled i would
try to keep them to a minimum
but one got cracked while i was killing 'em
back to the present here and now in modern times
when satan's got me signing dotted lines
i pick up the phone and call
people in my own hometown collect
and tell them things change
but they just won't accept
that's no surprise; it's so ironic me having to ask them for directions
cut lines and bad connections
change their number to unlisted
411 info left me unassisted
wickedly twisted happenings
i choose to think so. deep in thought my eyes blink slow
pictures appear like slideshows
each and every minute detail
total recall is leaving me pale
forces of nature bring my homing instinct
it's so distinct. now let me think a minute. huh
this is the much traveled trail from my past
and funny memories are now making me laugh
i'm getting laughed at mental attack
begin to rethink my final thoughts
my personal creations face conflict
by following my footsteps
now i stand alone in this ghost town
my clothes make the most sound
heart get filled with hatred
ancient rituals of a teary eyed child
the flash backs of my past acts
other kinds haven't been so humorous
my laugh lines are faked for the last time
climaxing again is a task of mine
i'm homeward bound; break out the map and atlas
i ask gas station attendants kid and they act pissed
for not staying true to white lies
heartless until the night dies. and then i shed some light on what's the matter
reflections in the looking glass self scatter
when the hard stairs made it shatter
i'm searching for something true
but most my friends are fronting too. what's up with you?
only once you catch amnesia
valuable times lost at leisure
the needle always points backwards
there's no communications
facial expressions in sign language
cause your mind your mind anguish
misinterpretations are dangerous
no one knows who the stranger is
but still yet know my face is vaguely familiar
thinking back wouldn't kill you would it?
i can't catch no one's attention
it's just a flashback kid
i'm getting laughed at mental attack; mental attack.