Just be yourself
A bullshit statement
Can't help but get
Bent by the shape
Of the play pen
You were raised in
It's a prison but you
Calling it a haven
It's amazing
What the mind can do
And adapt to the batshit
Till it ain't crazy to you...
It's just the new normal
Trust and conform
You'll love what we love
And scorn what we scorn
Or you are not moral
Every man's an island
A Mountain made of flimflam
Jamming out Habitual rituals of a
Sacrificial lamb
Botched by an overzealous hand
Lost in a couple novellas
From Nicaea
I see a pattern
In the way we never
Understand
Jumping out the fire
Just to land in frying pans
Modern mans
Cannon fodder who
Reenacts the slaughter
For this generation's Waterloo
Close only counts in relativity
And horseshoes
Pick apart an ardent argument
Getting confused
Always looking so Flummoxed
8 billion people on this planet
You have got to be the dumbest
Plummet to the ground
While I'm reaching
For the summit
I know good deeds
Never go unpunished
If the good die young
I ain't dying with the youngest
I never wanted fame
And I got that wish
I only wanted plenty
And I got that shit
You know enough is a feast
But I'm going off the deep end
You can either sink/swim
Crack that whip
It's survival of the fit
To exist and persist
In this niche
Never quit
With the sick flows
Spit those
Till I'm feeling' just fine
Like a dog with a wet nose
I know I'm so salty and brackish
Maltese falcons
Underneath my mattress
Scarecrow Joe - (Cult)ure Lyrics
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Just be yourself
A bullshit statement
Can't help but get
Bent by the shape
Of the play pen
You were raised in
It's a prison but you
Calling it a haven
It's amazing
What the mind can do
And adapt to the batshit
Till it ain't crazy to you...
It's just the new normal
Trust and conform
You'll love what we love
And scorn what we scorn
Or you are not moral
Every man's an island
A Mountain made of flimflam
Jamming out Habitual rituals of a
Sacrificial lamb
Botched by an overzealous hand
Lost in a couple novellas
From Nicaea
I see a pattern
In the way we never
Understand
Jumping out the fire
Just to land in frying pans
Modern mans
Cannon fodder who
Reenacts the slaughter
For this generation's Waterloo
Close only counts in relativity
And horseshoes
Pick apart an ardent argument
Getting confused
Always looking so Flummoxed
8 billion people on this planet
You have got to be the dumbest
Plummet to the ground
While I'm reaching
For the summit
I know good deeds
Never go unpunished
If the good die young
I ain't dying with the youngest
I never wanted fame
And I got that wish
I only wanted plenty
And I got that shit
You know enough is a feast
But I'm going off the deep end
You can either sink/swim
Crack that whip
It's survival of the fit
To exist and persist
In this niche
Never quit
With the sick flows
Spit those
Till I'm feeling' just fine
Like a dog with a wet nose
I know I'm so salty and brackish
Maltese falcons
Underneath my mattress
A bullshit statement
Can't help but get
Bent by the shape
Of the play pen
You were raised in
It's a prison but you
Calling it a haven
It's amazing
What the mind can do
And adapt to the batshit
Till it ain't crazy to you...
It's just the new normal
Trust and conform
You'll love what we love
And scorn what we scorn
Or you are not moral
Every man's an island
A Mountain made of flimflam
Jamming out Habitual rituals of a
Sacrificial lamb
Botched by an overzealous hand
Lost in a couple novellas
From Nicaea
I see a pattern
In the way we never
Understand
Jumping out the fire
Just to land in frying pans
Modern mans
Cannon fodder who
Reenacts the slaughter
For this generation's Waterloo
Close only counts in relativity
And horseshoes
Pick apart an ardent argument
Getting confused
Always looking so Flummoxed
8 billion people on this planet
You have got to be the dumbest
Plummet to the ground
While I'm reaching
For the summit
I know good deeds
Never go unpunished
If the good die young
I ain't dying with the youngest
I never wanted fame
And I got that wish
I only wanted plenty
And I got that shit
You know enough is a feast
But I'm going off the deep end
You can either sink/swim
Crack that whip
It's survival of the fit
To exist and persist
In this niche
Never quit
With the sick flows
Spit those
Till I'm feeling' just fine
Like a dog with a wet nose
I know I'm so salty and brackish
Maltese falcons
Underneath my mattress
Writer: joe houck
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