A clock a minute hand An without sand within space and time I walk a line Amongst the masses all A house with no one home I see through walls that's hard to I'm my mind
No medicaid, no Thinking you're off dead should have been dedicated to education I spin, the on my revolver I spin, the Would explain who'd leave a dick in charge of a bush Of a I'm screwed, saw more war than Warsaw Poland, viewed An infant's insides, outside of his Inside of a place of worship, Out cries "Dear God, where are we?" That's what I scream the skyline but probably No one can hear a word of I was saying Insurgents in the temple where I was praying Now wake me abruptly when police pass by Lights flash, if i could only put the past on a flash I'd For peace of mind, install an drive So I'd be more driven to survive I'm
A clock without a hand An hourglass without (So I suspend, the cylinder on my I spin, the on my revolver) Amongst the all alone A furnished house with no one (So I spin, the cylinder on my I suspend, the on my revolver)
My family customs were not accustomed to dealing mental health It was more or less an issue for families with wealth Void, I defected, employed self Went independent, stealth Now prescribed sedatives and Prozac The cheaper in the ghetto but you can't go back So I, the cylinder on my revolver Then, maybe let it blood like Chupacabra And dissolve into the abyss, without Instead of revolving around the problem solver Research like, George Carver But no answer so my mantra is to deal with it in and then Part, instead of being incredibly Peddle through revenue issues I'll do it for medical It's better to be level-headed than to regret it and Settling for without sun-shine, never vibrant, I'm
A clock without a minute An hourglass without Suspended within and time I walk a line the masses all alone A furnished with no one home I can see through walls hard to climb I'm my, I'm losing my mind