Iβve put in the work, Iβm buttoned and perky, I study the play No glitch in the smirk, no nothing is murky, Iβm winning the day. The neighbors all love me, the office thinks highly, Iβm solid as stone No pressure above me, Iβm stepping so slyly, Iβm holding my own. But deep in the basement, Iβm building a placement for all of the grit A secret replacement, a mental displacement to handle the hit. Itβs just an experiment, balancing merriment under the hood A fix for the temperament, mental embezzling, feeling so good. Iβm splitting the atom, Iβm kicking the phantom out into the street I check 'em and tag 'em, I record and bag 'em, and keep it all neat. I'll hold the weight and fold the fate inside the cage Still mock the rage and choke the shock against the page Then lock the light and block the sight to rock the frame And stoke the smoke β became a flame I aim to claim. Now the sun starts to sink, and I donβt even blink when the change starts to itch Iβm on the brink, and I need me a drink of the darkest of pitch. Heβs vicious and frantic, no fake or romantic, just teeth and the claw A hateful Atlantic, a painful break in the law. Wake up in alleys with blood on my tallies and holes in my head The shame is smelly, my brain is jelly, Iβm waking up dead. I used to be in charge, but the beast is at large and heβs keeping the keys A heavy discharge, a bloody surcharge, and Iβm down on my knees. The mask is a coffin, itβs coming off often, Iβm losing the fight The edges wonβt soften, the threat is a bat that bites in the night. Running and gunning, the stunning is coming, Iβm numb in the face Drumming and humming, the scumming is plumbing the depths of the place. I need it, I feed it, I read it, I bleed it, the clock is a liar Speed it, concede it, impede it, delete it, Iβm tossed in the fire. Missing a week, and the outlook is bleak, and Iβm shaking the cage The future is weak, kisses the cheek, and Iβm flipping the page. The blood runs cold the flood takes hold the mud on skin The beast unseen beholds the scene and shows its grin I wake up low and fake the show where ghosts all crawl I break the slow and snake below to take the fall Thereβs no one to blame, we carry the name and we share the same skin The end of the game, the smoke and the flame, and the total cave-in. I look in the glass, and I see the bypass of the man I once was A snake in the grass, a break in the glass, and a lethal because. Iβm done with the acting, the bones are detracting, Iβm one and the same The guilt is distracting, the hell is interacting, and swallowing the frame. The whole I sell is gone. The holy cell is gone. The clean man is dead. The mean man is fed.
