Basquiat Intermission Lyrics

Getting tired, I feel like I'm always on a mission

Dismissive of the hurdles, piling up the dishes

Always talking, even when nobody got the ear to listen

Wishing I never had the topic for this intermission

But now I'm used to stress, I'll never know what's up next

All a man can really do is try to wish for the best

I mean aside from the sex, aside from incoming checks

All we really can aspire for is a minute of rest, a minute to check

Checking on your vitals, mine is pointing to stress

I got my hand on my chest, bless

Reality, it's subjective to your vision

You'll never see the value of your mind until its missing

You'll never see the value of your time until it's written

Written, like my thoughts inside this intermission

Summer's warm, but in the winter it's hot

My mind is stirring, thoughts are mixing the pot

I'm walking, kicking the rocks

I know I'm strong, but it's getting hard to handle

Thinking how my frame would look with candles on the mantle

These the thoughts that keep my ego at bay, to keep the evil to stay

Picture my parents trying to talk without a thing they could say

Damn

I'm looking up for answers in the constellations

The congregation of my alter egos stay impatient

Make it stop, life in hand, I feel the invitation

The inflammation of fear appears to keep me on this station waiting

Dammit, you gotta keep me on this planet

Keep me from being manic

Keep me from seeing static

Keep me from reaching, pulling out the semi-automatic

Reality, it's subjective to your vision

You'll never see the value of your mind until its missing

You'll never see the value of your time until it's written

Written, like my thoughts inside this intermission