Scrubbing out his head
Police want him dead
He's got conspiracies
They're after him
Watching every park he's in
Bluffing out his head
Either that or I am mad
But he's got money in the bank
Or so I'm told
Writing on the wall
He's the one to rule them all
The third christ has come
And he's the one
His life is in a bag
With a sparkle in his
But no one bats an eye lid
His own words are his silence
Read me out them hieroglyphics
Think I'll lose my mind with you
Sporadic and so cryptic
Seeing how your mind is working
Got me questioning the truth
Read me out them hieroglyphics
Think I'll lose my mind with you
Sporadic yet specific
Watching how your mind is stewing
Got me wrestling the truth
Cat by his side only friend he has
Body of steel
Yet brain burnt ash
Wouldn't be the first to call him mad
Easy to judge folk with their
Life in a bin bag
Guess I'll give him the chance
With thoughts that dance
Trapped in a loop
He spun me the yarn
Yet far from the truth
The limit of man
How low can you stoop?
Gotta say we never got nowhere
Words held weight with an empty stare
Musta lost his pride
His eyes the tale
Musta cost his mind
With words dried stale
I sat and heard
With my ears wide open
Adhered to being free
Yet I fear he's broken
Eyes had a spark
Musta been a tripped wire
Seen him on the street
Fighting internal fire
I've been there
I've fought that
Feeling like a doormat
Your very own thoughts
Ben the cause of your torment
The war in your head
Breaches ground to the surface
Questioning your own
Is a downhill slope
When you're thinking to yourself
Is this all that she wrote?
Ah brother how'd you get so ill
Brain gone way way his body here still
Building a rocket to the moon he shouts
Froze all his money in the bank he shouts
He's lost
But I am too
Read me out them hieroglyphics
Think I'll lose my mind with you
Sporadic and so cryptic
Seeing how your mind is working
Got me questioning the truth
Read me out them hieroglyphics
Think I'll lose my mind with you
Sporadic yet specific
Seeing how your mind is stewing
Got me wrestling the truth
I get the sense that it's all getting to my head
You showed me messages
The Pharaoh lying dead
I walk past from time to time
But I am not recognised
Yet I feel no spite
For I see me in his eyes
I get the sense that it's all getting to my head
You showed me messages
The Pharaoh lying dead
I walk past from time to time
But I am not recognised
Yet I feel no spite
For I see me in his eyes