Nobody thinks what I think Nobody dreams when they blink Think things on the brink of blasphemy I'm my own shrink Think things are after me My catastrophe I'm a kitchen sink You don't know what that means Because a kitchen sink to you Is not a kitchen sink to me Ok, friend? Are you searching for purpose? Then write something Yeah it might be worthless Then paint something It might be wordless Pointless curses Nonsense verses You'll see purpose start to surface No one else is dealing with your demons Meaning maybe defeating them Could be the beginning of your meaning Friend
Go away [x4] Leave me alone [x4]
Nobody thinks what you think No one Empathy might be on the brink of extinction They will play a game and say They know what you're going through And I tried to come up With an artistic way to say They don't know you And neither do I So here's a prime example of a stand up guy Who hates what he believes And loves it at the same time Here's my brother and his head's screwed up But that's alright
Time gains momentum The moment when I'm living in 'em I'm winning a momentary Sinning a moment passing after Re-beginning moments Mending memories Pretending enemies are frenemies Sending me straight to bending me My bad behavior But I bet I could have been a better man Copy and paste caught me And copy Better rhymes bother me The better the rhythm The badder I am but I bet I'll battle With 'em battle better I am Gambling man Better bet I am a gambling man I am?