[addie and time:]
Now what if your life was like this as opposed to traps
Step, out of the routine, to expose the facts
Fiction is religion
Diction is depiction
Christians don’t listen
Man, just relax

[time:]
I’ve wrote six hundred and sixty five poems
Six hundred to go after i was h*t with sixty six stones
Face a waste temple tantrum
Strep throat bl**dy tonsils
Only halo i ever had was on my gaming console
Mental mechanic manual, wrench holder responsible study
Wept for forty days and forty moons without leaving the terrain muddy
Dehydrated eyes, desert tears no light in the tunnel or sky
Pouring questions through a funnel of why
See, everything’s thought if a single organism doesnt believe
Sp*ce is extinct and the sun’ll die
Every minute messiahs migrate and every four years one’ll try
It’s up to you if you want to run or fly
I come down to earth or whatever you want to call it
Learn just for fun though
I left my wallet and my soul in el segundo
[addie:]
Walking across still waters as they cascades into night
I can’t walk on top, neither can jesus but that’s all right
So change is eppervescent in the eye’s of adolescent loop holes
Twist story’s around curves content with falice scoop soul’s
In flew bold blend’s baffaling by the dozen
The bible belittle’s
Only in the instant of residles now it’s all determine by way of
Ingenius thought
Someone traced orginism’s into the livestock’s crops

[time:]
Circles of patterns
We’re all statues with imaginary pigeons
Now if took a step left altering my decisions
Would i change the past changing perspectives on religion
What if we’re all a b*tterflies dream
Contradicting that life can’t be manipulating demeaning the beautiful
Or maybe we’re all ready dead and this third pebbles our cubicle
Where we walk on slaughter
Crucifying nails, rivers are veins of thought
I got my throat slit and took a cigar cutter to the hand of god
I collect cuticles

[addie:]
*rs*nic scoop soul’s
Lathargic coop’s hold pigeon prophet’s
Missing out on life cause misery contends logic
Out of pocket now to prophet purposes
[time:]
The collection cup’s circling
[addie:]
Amongst the crowd
Worth to miss services, purposeless
These are thought’s of nervousness
Believe in something worth your wrist instead of bl**dy slit’s
Fist’s over cuff’s, contend’s with destruction
Society overflow’s with sin as we relay morbid malfunction
[addie and time:]
See here’s a test to see if your missions is complete on this planet
If your still alive, it isnt, don’t panic [x2]

Now what if your life was like this as opposed to traps
Step, out of the routine, to expose the facts
Fiction is religion
Diction is depiction
Christians don’t listen
Man, just relax

[addie:]
What if the world was dark and my shadows were light
[time:]
Does the sun rise every morning for us, or out of habit
[addie:]
The universe expands with every step of wisdom
[time:]
But if i step off the cliff well my guardian angel fall with me?
[addie:]
The point of impact doesnt kill it’s the bounce back
[time:]
Can i vaporize clouds with thought?
[addie:]
Conceptualize illusion cause that’s all you got
[time:]
The more i talk about my questions the more i find my answers
[addie:]
When we dream are we alive
[time:]
And we’re awake are we dead
[time and addie:]
I went to sleep
I woke up this morning
I found god, he was an aetheist
I went to work, he went to chruch
We wasted our life [x2]

Now what if your life was like this as opposed to traps
Step, out of the routine, to expose the facts
Fiction is religion
Diction is depiction
Christians don’t listen
Man, just relax

[time:]
Turned on the faucet and washed my hands with (misery)
[addie:]
The tears that bond can never put back together my (heartbreak)
[time:]
I know cuts can hurt but words bring the worst (pain)
[addie:]
Keep your thoughts to your self, while you walk alone
But never break stride in the path of (rejection)

[time:]
Lying away all by myself
With nothing to say and no one to help
Everything i was told was lies, false, fairy tales
Christian scientist fiction, mythology
Forgiveness seldom seen
Found everyone i ever came in contact with and drenched them in apologies
Tell a human a secret, i’ll tell you a human can’t keep it
Rumors could cause a million suicides with a single breath said
Fluff my pillow and kiss me good night as the monsters under my mattress
Mingle around my death bed

[addie:]
This mess led with enough said
Divisible found a rest plead
Peace, inside a coffin closing what is left
And that’s blessed -becoming the fertile earth
Part of the soil so i grow forth
Told one of the two i’d be visiting
But neither to explore
Choose my own path to find yet
Distance reach divine quest
Death display’s fright f*cking with your mind -yes-
Ask me what dream’s may come and i will tell you the truth
Lie’s fill the afterlife you’re living in a neck tied noose

See here’s a test to see if your mission’s complete on this planet
If you’re still alive, it’s not don’t panic [x2]
See here’s a test to see if your mission’s complete on this planet
If you’re still alive, we’re not, don’t panic

[secret track:]
We all do normal things
Like play with tarot cards on acid
We ask for receipts and recycle plastic, me
Id rather a sylvia brown and focus on seventy two degrees
With no sun, rose light and no snow melting from trees
We all like nicknacs
The pictures stare, cause we’re moving statues
Building houses and drinking oil but we never put the sticks back
Addicted to prescriptions but never to healthcare
Democrats love to rhyme, al gore ghostwrote welfare