hyde ft. Robscure Lyrics

(Someone, or something, was in here when I came in...)

(But where?)

(You believe in ghosts, Buck?)

(Witchcraft, black magic, sorcery...)

(To me it's nothing but fairy-tale mumbo jumbo!)

(Who's right? Am I right? Is she right? Are we both right?)

(Oh, how's about - how's about we split the difference, alright?)

Me and my ego

Ain't been seeing eye-to-eye

I often wonder, where did he go?

When he should be by my side

I'm a strider like Viggo

I'm a splicer like Hyde

I'm as admired and regal

As I am feared and despised

I'm wiser than a young man

And blinder than a baby

I'm brighter than the sun is

When its night

And when its raining

An advisor of the shunned man,

I guide the mind to patience

But I am only one man,

So I wont get complacent

Gotta' face it:

I've barely got a grasp on the basics

I've barely had a lap

And they anticipate greatness

It's Vegas, it's a gamble

And the players are ample

I act like I hate it

But straight on I ramble

Like I'm caught in the brambles

But I can't feel the thorns

I'm lost in the Labyrinth

But I ain't faced the horns

Turning every corner like,

I've been here before

I've done this already

Give me more to explore

(And you have until midnight to find the house on Haunted Hill)

Chin up, torch up, what's the next step?

What's that there just 'round the next bend?

Split up, find clues, follow that stench

No fresh air, when will this maze end?

Life gave you ethical dilemmas

Left you less of a gentleman

Step closer to veteran

Kept closing the cabinet

Bad habit of opening

Most meddle with medicine

Question is what the matter is

Masochistic

Smoke settled then back at it

Potentially Lazarus

Rose petals the last to hit

The box a body's buried in

Memories buried

In the baggage it's carrying

Brushes with bath-splattering canvases

Woke sweating nightmaric

And flesh crawling, we're carrying,

We're tearing at it

Admit I can't fathom

The area of absence

Atoms splitting

I don't know the half of it

Magicians be the last to admit

A trick isn't magic

Miraculous is the mystery

Accidents be the shit that we live to see

Or that kill us

A basilisk in your labyrinth

Rapper's apparitions

And mad metaphysicians

A mistamillion lab rat

Silly rabbit, pass that!