Clinical Grandeur

[Intro] [Ticking Clock Sample] [Sub-Bass Drone] [Dry Vocal] So... we are back to the coping mechanisms. Write this down on your yellow pad. [Verse 1] [Clean Verse] I hold the cos-mos in the palm of my hand... But I let the cof-fee cups pile up on the stand. I shape the e-ther, I bend the light. But I can't take the trash out on a Tues-day night. [Smooth Baritone] You say it's ex-ec-u-tive dys-func-tion... I say I'm wait-ing for a cos-mic con-junc-tion. [Pre-Chorus] [Building Strings] [Breathy Vocal] Doc, I swear I am om-nip-o-tent... Until the re-sin in the glass bowl is spent. Just a creator ignoring his creation... [Chorus] [Beat Drop] [Heavy Sludge Bass] [Aggressive Male Vocal] A DE-I-TY CHOKING ON SYN-THET-IC WEED! BEGGING THE PIX-ELS TO SAT-IS-FY GREED! CREATING A U-NI-VERSE IN MY OWN HEAD! WHILE THE LAUN-DRY IS ROTTING AT THE FOOT OF MY BED! [Verse 2] [Stripped Back Beat] [Syncopated Hi-Hats] [Apathetic Vocal] Two a.m. illu-mina-tion on a plas-tic screen. Chas-ing the do-pa-mine, if you know what I mean. [Staccato Delivery] Click-drag-scroll-numb. Burn the leaf-suck the thumb. It's not an addiction, it's digital ascension. At least that's what I tell my own re-flec-tion. [Bridge] [Atmospheric Synth Pad] [Whispered Vocal] You call it a cluster B personality trait... I call it the heavy burden of being so great. [Building Percussion] But if I'm the al-pha, the end and the start... Why does scrub-bing the sink feel like tear-ing my heart? Why does the dust on the floor-boards mock me? Why does the weight of a broom-stick lock me? [Chorus] [Explosive Drop] [Heavy Sludge Bass] [Aggressive Male Vocal] A DE-I-TY CHOKING ON SYN-THET-IC WEED! BEGGING THE PIX-ELS TO SAT-IS-FY GREED! RULING A KING-DOM THAT NO-BOD-Y SEES! WHILE I'M BEGGING FOR SER-O-TO-NIN ON MY KNEES! [Outro] [Acapella Fade] [Dry Vocal] So... same time next week? ... I'll try to do the dishes. [Tape Stop Effect] [End]