Somewhere in the ether where the lights don't flash and blind
I feel every ounce of how you made me as a child

I made my home in the den of the weird and the bad
settled fast to the pace of the nothing that I had
picture that, nestled head with a patch at the back
wrestled rats for the scraps as you're sending them back
and in class I was weird and I sat at the back
made you laugh and got A's with no books in my bag
ah
it's the life that we live, when your home is on fire and the mind of the kid that you are can't make sense of the shit
travel so far in your head you eventually flip
and warp in ways that amaze and bewilder the pricks
that hold you down coz you're weak and they're not
so they declare themselves kings ah
they reign for a day, i maintain serfdom while they're falling from grace
may, you scrabble for the light at the brink of the day
and always miss that silly goal in the desperate race
pay, the duties of your actions and then measure the space
between your wants and your possessions in an envious way ay
and i'm here and i'm dying and it pains me to say
i take no pleasure in the irony of what happened today

I never got the memo, I thought it was a dream
do people really live how I see them on the screens?

I never got the memo, I thought it was a joke
I thought we all agreed that being happy was a trope?
Please don't tell me now that my gut feelings right
and I'm really looking in from the darkness to the light.

So here I am again in the warmth of your glow
like some prodigal son who just simply wants to go home
a child in the presence of the styx and the boat
pressing his ear to the door until they ask me to go
the gifts you have given me are more than enough
once again i failed to be the most deserving of those
I owe the most to the mud and the death and the blood
and that's exactly what this vessel that i complacently love
is comprised of;
nothing more nothing less
the clay in the ground picked a name and used it's fucking legs
and here we are and we live in our heads
in a matrix of opinion on a mercury web
the loudest form the net that entangles our legs
until we hop to the rhythm of what the other guy said