[Intro] My mind is like a pit bull that can’t be heeled… For a long time I kept it full of its favourite meal… [Chorus] Polish until shine. Adjust until order One more rhyme, it’ll silence this disorder Polish until clean, ‘til the meaning’s in line Just one more line one more line Polish until shine. Adjust until order One more rhyme, it’ll silence this disorder Polish until clean, ‘til the meaning’s in line Just one more line… like every time… [Verse 1] This is where I sleep, it’s covered in passion. My favourite colour, the kind that things last in. There’s writing everywhere— not quite crimson… I had to write a lot. This is the room I wrote my sins in. I used books at first, they never felt quite right. So I had to cover the walls to try and quiet the night. Insomnia gnaws away— time and twilight’s bite… The chewing gets so Loud and I’m the silent type. It’s not a prison it’s a choice— I haven’t left in years The walls are sacred now, they’re the only voice I hear. Echoes of confessions etched in every veneer… Made my own ink— Imagine the blood. Imagine the tears. There are spirals of wicked thoughts— lines of beautiful bliss… Verses turned scripture to cipher— each one a crucible’s kiss Rehearsed my bible in this dungeon of twisted hymns Now I’m a disciple of a dozen disciplines [Chorus] Polish until shine. Adjust until order One more rhyme, it’ll silence this disorder Polish until clean, ‘til the meaning’s in line Just one more… line— one more line Polish until shine. Adjust until order One more rhyme, it’ll silence this disorder! Polish until clean, ‘til the meaning’s in line ‘Til the meaning’s in line, just one more line… [Verse 2] I needed room for rhymes, had run all outta space Grabbed the nearest tool, started working on my face… Had a crooked smile and every corner now was full So I wrenched each root, unplugged all the screams from my skull… With a hallowed mouth came a gleeful grin, Blood billowed out while I stuffed the lyrics in… Couldn’t bear to erase the tales I had chased A snake in a circle, facing its own fate But there were still more verses— too many to choose So I crumpled them tight and swallowed the muse. The words that ate their way out now ate their way in And with the room cleared out there was room to begin. Now my jaw clicks prayers in a tongue long dead I fed it the pages, now it speaks in my stead The serpent wraps tighter— won’t loosen its hold Winding like ivy through ruins gone cold. [Chorus] Polish until shine. Adjust until order One more time, it’ll silence this disorder Polish until clean, ‘til the meaning is mine Just one more… line— one more— line Polish until— shine. Adjust until— order One more rhyme, it’ll silence dis— disorder Polish until clean, ‘til the meaning’s in line ’Til the meaning is mine, is the meaning still mine [Verse 3] Passion is a pretty poison, pleasant as perfume It provokes patience and peace with pressured pursuits… Paints pages with a poet’s panicked plumes A perfectionist’s prison, perennially pruned… Practiced properly, it predicts prophecy Provides purpose, a path to philosophy Prevents possession, plague, pathology But it’s partial to paradox, perpetually pushing then pulling me Pride is a pristine pearl, a perilous plight paved in pain Polluting light perceived through the prism’s purifying pane It punishes people not prepared precisely A possible passage to perdition— proceed politely Paraded privately, it pacifies the pretentious Permutes pale to prolific, prevents pretenses, Provides, preserves, protects passionately But mine persists in poking and pecking me [Chorus] Polish until mine. Adjust until disorder One more time, violence is this order Polish until mine, mine mine mine! Just one more line… One more line… [Outro] Polish until shine… Adjust until order… Time after time… One more line…
