sam (is dead)

this life is a game

if you wanna play

then count all your own mistakes

livin' it with no delay

so fast i'm getting growing pains

father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane

i go insane

all the problems come with my growing age

blowin' haze

trying to clear the doubt that's sitting on my brain

i don't complain

but the kid inside me's feeling so restrained

gotta stay golden

let desire rekindle the flame

searchin' for the fountain of youth

when i'm free in my brain

you hear that fucking brass?

that's little boy nigger with the trumpets

marchin' with the bandwagon

looking for his heart

no sleeve

but his hand carry muskets

working in the meadows

oblivion

motherfuck geppetto

he's a leader

not a puppet

some professors nutty

you're the klump's dick

so think before you blink

and aye-aye" make assumptions