Tall dark and handsome
I thought it was a phantom
Running through the blind streets
Rousing up the downed desire
Of everything I wanted to be
Clouding up the mainstream
Murky in my daydreams
Holding me for ransom
Baby I'm just so tired
Of losing myself to me
I've got a sickfit
Sitting in my pocket
And it's no use to me if it wants to stay
Where there's a will
You know there's a way out
And it'll do me in the same if I don't walk away
Far out and then some
Leaving for the next one
Could go on for miles but
I guess life is just a vicious cycle
Going like Bobby end up like Michael
Then don't come around
Calling out the unseen
Low class conspiracy
Living with the hive mind
Baby I'm just so tired
Of losing myself to me
The second I've got fixed again
It leaves when I'm not looking
The solution set seems like its void
I know it's just affliction
Not so much a problem
And you can beat it to the punch just play along