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yeah when you get up today to find me not around your place |
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crying realising the events of days past |
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years creeping by and the minutes are forever |
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deep impressing depressing into your heart |
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asking the whys and hows contimplating the start of your end |
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remembering late nights with friends breath grasping for the sides |
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reaching for a platue that spins not |
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i'm so sorry i would not have meant to go |
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but i hope you know that through all the sorrow and hurt that im better |
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i know it sucks to hear how all yall are better |
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ill try the hardest while im alive to get the most done |
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it doesnt make any sense though when death takes you for a run |
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its hard to keep the memory of me locked deep into your arteries part of the leak |
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just can't believe through all the acomplishments and memories that none of it matters |
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the world keeps going life keeps showing how minute it is in the grand scheme of this |
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so when tomorrow comes and you have to wake without me |
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just make sure its the life of me that you miss |
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-chorus- |
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[manchild] |
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i back-slap my clock in the face |
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at the same moment pull seconds from the trash heap cause i got no time to waste |
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chase the sunrise i yell franticly as my tounge ties |
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argue that this day may start without me just might be unwise lungs try to take in oxygen |
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i draw drops in astonishment heart breaks time quakes like kurt vonnegut |
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wisdom of solomon drips my split lip like collagen |
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romancin the stone cold faces of death like harlequin |
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so i stitch my time with silver threads and golden needles |
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enjoy the cold and evil and consider my life is hopeless |
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i focus on the process regardless of the outcome |
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cause thats the only copy of sintax's solo album |
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these are the same hands i used to stroke his soul |
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and grabbed a city by the throat but didnt have the strength to hold it |
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if im ancient by tomorrow just step to the other side |
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and leave the fans in the capable hands of deepspace5 |
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[playdough] |
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sixteen pads for the drum that's where im from |
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wondering how ive become so accustom to the shoulder with the chip a soul with the fat lip |
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my spirits being smacked character still atacked the fact still remains they chose to not use |
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cause mic sparks permenent marks and tattoos they act fools with rules of no castings |
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clearly its pierced my soul the biggest hole is in my heart |
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i'm wishing that tomorrow would start without me maybe then they'd see |
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this emcee plays more of a solution to polution than you |
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but the truth is being masked with dont tell or ask about hurts |
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and lies from shirts and ties because it heavily relies on me |
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wearing disguise is just through reach the lost is placing my arms across my chest |
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lay my body to rest and say goodbye |
