II. Perspective Lyrics

I hold the knife the same way that I hold the pen

Razors through some paper, I expect to see the looney bin

"Give it time, give it time"

The meds should really start kicking in

I don't have time, bitch, my itch is in a vicious spin

Watch me gyrate, why's the water from the spicket red?

Addicted to the pigment, fixated on extracting spine

Mix it in my cauldron, sitting ducks in my family line

Nothing in my dreams, just dead faces in the daytime

"Who am I, who am I?"

My complex has the mirror vexed

Subconscious speaking jibberish

On bets on if I finish this

My stage is really limitless

How the fuck did I get in this bitch?

How the hell do I get out this hoe?

Lord, tell me now, because I gotta go

Swimming down the ditch, I remember being honor roll

Sinking in some shit, I remember having feelings though

Walk up in the flick, bullets sounding like a musical

And welcome to the murder show, I'm a cancer to myself

I'm insane, very personal, I'm a toxin

I'm a tyrant, self-destruct, super-violent

I'm retarded, I'm too silent, I'm a bitch

I'm a fuck, no diamond in a rough, no shining

Just a scuff, head up to the cliff, drop a brick

Pedal of the truck, don't worry, I was stuck

Forget it in a month, Call my fucking bluff

Call my shrink, say what's up

Pour some liquor, light a blunt

Mother Nature, what a cunt

I've been thinking all these thoughts

And they're irrational as "Perspective"

All the pain is a game 'til the earth's belly up

Then it rains and decays, and the same's springing up

I'm a shame to my name, Tom Saw is a bust

Wordplay doesn't change, and his beats fucking suck

I'm hard on myself, but I'm not hard enough

So every time I fall, I add a kick to the gut

Throw some dirt on that cut, somebody grab a shovel

Because I beat up Jesus Christ, I'm tag teaming with the Devil

And we bodyslam that bitch because his plan wasn't level

And we took up ruling earth, and made it reckless like Othello

I wasn't born to be a leader, I wasn't born in the present

I'm a peasant on the fringe, That's forever second-guessing

So when I hopped up on the ledge, I didn't need to talk to reverend

Because I knew beyond the edge, it was only effervescence

Bitch