(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Sometimes I wish I could live two lives just to compare the difference, I stare at pictures, just the negatives, in a dark room with photographs, lookin' for the positive through the eyes of a pessimist, unfulfilled potential like an innocent man killed on death row, so I still my pencil, feelin' isolated in the corner with a mask, man, it's hard to look forward to the past, a nightmare that I know I'm in, American dreams become lucid, so I try to take control of 'em, it's like the whole Earth's on me, I'm comin' out of the underground a sleepwalking zombie, hungry for brains, nah, just lookin' for my peace of mind, we can go to war with words 'cause I'm at peace with rhymes, livin' in a paradox, as the numbness subsides, I think the effects of this life are wearin' off, I don't know if I can relate my depression to yours, walkin' this path, window shopping at medicine stores, scopin' pharmaceuticals, fixated on a heart that's beautiful, but it's hard as usual, they say it's not quite as good to have never loved, it's better to have loved and lost, but what I lost I never had, and still I paid the cost and it's sad, feelin' like I got hit with the coup de grâce, the truth is false, the problem's solved, but the answer's problematic, stuck inside of this equation 'cause I've gotta have it, but it's not addin' up, I feel divided as things keep multiplyin' all of my subtractions, it blows my mind like an automatic, I don't believe in the man upstairs, but something still haunts my attic, and it scares me, it's fuckin' scary, man

(Verse 2: Bobby Phisher)
The wind washes away trails of yesterday, suppressed excess, starts to escape, so if I say that we're insane for cravin' the sedative (yeah), then maybe Bobby Phisher doesn't need to be negative (uh uhh), all the time, I'm bleedin' over my bars until the listeners suffer blisters, surfacing to scars (ooohh), ya know the sky's the limit, the future is perfect, so I'm gonna sit with my thoughts, every system is nervous (it is), I see that's all irrelevant, though, as a ball o' clay, tossed through the scene, I mean, to decipher the way, Medusa's snake hair's growin' a gray (yeah) grudge today, 'cause even evil's gettin' older with a little delay, so break apart my psyche, and climb inside (climb inside), and sell tickets to the crickets for my carnival ride, ya know a few years back I had a dream about tomorrow, the pain subsides, I no longer chase or follow, this slate so desperate to slash and brush (brush), to paint the scenery greener, more lively and lush (lush), so, Deltron 2010, bring me a dream (uhh), where for a second I awake, I'm still 18, I'm never agin', never losin' one grain of sand, I'll never grieve, I'll never leave this Never Never Land (never), I've never really experienced true death (no, I haven't), only when the seasons are leavin', it takes my breath, and the past is passed, a small quarter in my head where I reside for thirty days (thirty days), passin' off as dead, when I'm moved from a gutter to a pile o' crap, from sheddin' tears, gaining fears, and pretending to rap, to a textbook life, livin' for material gain, I'll know my true purpose, and remain insane