CHORUS: Where you’re from words don’t mean anything at all / but where I’m from words mean everything

You’re a pocket a book / keep you on a locket, look at you whenever I’m feeling overdrawn and shook / whenever I need another honest good in my life / Still I have all this soot inside / but I’ve treated you like a broken violin / Hope to try again, but I set you in an open fire / Look to the left / There’s my perfect childhood but if I could change it I would / there’s a few skipped lessons I missed / In the abyss / I look in and I see them again, poking their heads at me with a grin / If I just listened when I was a kid but I didn’t really ever know discipline

But the truth is I was so useless / Telling myself I would never do this but I do and so I am nuisance / Who says it’s a sin? / Here’s my two cents let me introduce them / Maybe I have always been fool just waiting for opportunities to prove it / So Let me prove it

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Cream of the crop / Top of the top, so high but oh how the mighty fall / I tried to love you but I’m King Kong and you are played by Naomi Watts / Fool me once an it’s shame on me but if I’m the fool than obey me not / just go and leave me to Salem’s lot / eject yourself from my failing heart / Look to the right / These are the lies I’ve told, I’m too old to count them all / And the truth unfolds like a thousand dust mites; I wipe them down but they just build up / Covering all these manner of things, but the words I speak do damage and / Reeling back from pain like an animal; licking the wounds I covered in salt

It’s abusive yet I have accrued this bruise on my huge head and it’s too big / Dress it up but I will never lose it / My skin is thin / Though it ain’t nothing but a contusion I allude myself into illusions / I renew my ego with a new id / And then redo it

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Lots have occurred in the last few months but the thoughts that emerge are a tad too much / I’m at a loss for the words that I can’t cue up on the spot / Self-righteous amateur / Back of a hearse, the day will come but I’m kicking my legs in the grave I’ve dug / No manic depression will ever touch me / I’m too alive in the dirt / Look to the sky / Pastel colours; a kaleidoscope of these diamonds / Hoping on sunrise lighting the way / Arabian nights on a magic carpet ride / I tell you I’m a prince; a crime ‘cause deep down I’m nothing but riffraff rapping a riff but the person I am is the pinnacle of sin / No word of a lie

You say speak the truth but all the answers you need are magic / They’re full of lies / So I speak the truth but you can’t handle it, and if it slapped you would you recognize it? / So speak the truth

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You say speak the truth but all the answers you need are magic / They’re full of lies / So I speak the truth but you can’t handle it, and if it slapped you would you recognize it? / So speak the truth