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Two jobs and two kids, barely making rent
Feed addictions and vanity like dollars make cents
Rinse sins from the mirrored lens of the appraiser
Who needs a savior when the anger takes me from the danger
What do you wager that the payer of the way the morals layer?
Hate me in due time for a hand in the design
Animals in the mind animate a flatline
To bounce a few times and pounce on top of the climb
It's all in your mind little phoenix, I wanna make you fly
Find the I in their eyes and set 'em on fire to blind
All the lying and lines that put a bind to your ties
Everybody's little sometimes, it's what's in them that decides
Cinema in a mind playing it all to grand design
Hand-to-God living it hand-to-mouth pantomimed
Sand in my eyes looking back at a timeline analyzed
By everyone that stands in my shoes in my line
The fire. Why are we looking for hire
When the blood, and iron, the sweat, and tears disappears in our years
And veers us off course, of course we got a little remorse
Screaming 'til my voice is hoarse
Looking for the shore of a surefire way of making it back home
Lone in alone world of bones prone to making my own way, okay
I want a halo I can wear on first impressions
Teach lessons to those that make houses from second guesses

Little steps into little effort, lets have little talk
A little walk off steep cliffs and long thoughts
It doesn't take much. It takes everything that you got
Like it or not it's like that a lot, so eat while it's hot
Am I God or finding odds that eat the thoughts that eat my head?
I guess I'll never understand see less