Photo Op Video (MV)

Picture me in my most embarrassing moment
And hold that photo close to you, coz you know
That's only a folded token of me being completely open
I hope that you choke on it
The holster is smoking and holes are emptying out my chest
With every breath is a stress in the right syllables
A hobbling mantra I recall when drama infects my presence
I offer you the present of negative attention deflection
In the form of a restless repetition of endless reference
I undress my self in the eyes of the public
High duress anxiety piling up this
Smiling guise is a lie coz I've been corrupted
To the core with morbid interruption of moral function
Similar stories infinitely boring are spilling forth from me
At varying degrees until the course is uncertain
Close the curtain, this pose is hurting a phony person
Somebody call a doctor coz I'm awfully sick, snap a pic

This a photo op
This a moment of pure gold
Watch me take a piece out of my soul
It's all yours
Went from washing the floors to making the messes
So capture all my glory in it's essence
Coz this a photo op
This a moment of pure gold
Watch me take a piece out of my soul
It's all yours
Went from washing the floors to making the mess
So capture all my glory in its essence

I have given it all to the small causes
Pause for all the applause when
God pulls down my drawers in front of all of y'all
Small in stature; fact of the matter is I don't measure up
Pleasure stuck, grinding my morals into the finest dust
Rhyming slut, busted the hymen of lady luck and struck a bad chord
Out of any f*cks to give and mad bored
Wax floors, making em' shine for the coming cash wars
Face to the pine giving shoe-shines under the back-board
Goddammit
Give me what I asked for
Lift these embargoes from my artful trade and divvy up some passports
Task force, gassing up Apaches for the crash course
Laughingly having a massive habit relapse at the dashboard
And what I pass forth, is for y'all to decipher
A tall order with small borders, colons and hyphens
I have decided to stake a claim for the sake of a name I will never utter
Shudder when I hear the click of a shudder

This a photo op
This a moment of pure gold
Watch me take a piece out of my soul
It's all yours
Went from washing the floors to making the messes
So capture all my glory in its essence
Coz this a photo op
This a moment of pure gold
Watch me take a piece out of my soul
It's all yours
Went from washing the floors to making the messes
So capture all my glory in its essence