Testi:
Oliver Hart

[Spoken] That's him in the corner of social oblivion Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges Buried

(feat. Slug) [Eyedea] Would you believe there's only four more people in the world And when you're not looking they change masks Somewhere over the

No one really understands the experience that change lives That pave an agnostic a place to lay in decay in toxic waste So most every identity paraphernalia

(feat. Slug, Sole) [Slug:] Sometimes I wonder if you'll ever shut the hell up But you don't quit, and you just don't stop Sometimes Iwanna hop on the

I'm here to break my own ball and chain Hoping the [?] to be completely sane Nothings to gain if image blocks the only chance for change When I expand

[Eyedea] Why they always looking at me, like there's something on my face man No matter where I go, I'm always feeling out of place And I know I'm not

[Eyedea] I got a little story to tell See it was September 1st, 1999, the day of my death My back was on the cold concrete as I take my last breath Saw

I stand alone Burned every bridge over the troubled water No longer hiding from my personality disorder A stronger tide is coming and I've been running

No one really understands the experience that change lives That pave an agnostic a place to lay in decay in toxic waste So most every identity paraphernalia