9 to 5 Graveyard

I don't know where I've gone recently
I think when you left I lost a piece of me
I found this song in an unmarked grave
I dug up the body and recognized the face
Let's clothe these bones with some paper maiche
Then animate the organs with lightning and clay
Let's make his skull more than a cage
Full of depression, regret, guilt and rage
I found some worms playing double dutch with my bloody guts
I found some tendons and such and put my jaw back with an uppercut
I put a zipper on my mouth so I could listen more
Cause' when you talk too much that's when you knock on ignorance door
Gimme eyes to see everything the real and the spectacle
Gimme the courage to forgive so I could just let it go
Humble no pedestal, focused like set a goal
Magic is my medical, I eat fear, edible
No heavy water in my eyes no time to cry
It's time to go back and figure out how I died
They said I died from lack of passion
From working 9 to 5 and over acting
This time around I wanna be liberated
Not domesticated, and put into a job where I hate it and I'm jaded
Getting faded on occasions cause' I wish I woulda made it
It's just a cycle that I've taken and I'm finally gonna break it
Humble pie I need to bake it, my soul I need to wake it
Smiles I've been faking, that's why my hearts been vacant
Would you rather be dispossessed or possessed?
Repossessed, or in possession and blessed?
I see a new image dancing in a wounded mirror
I used to be a ghost to the world hopefully soon this fog will clear
Hiding only works if someone is looking for you
This is what happens when you're the cop and crook too
I called up the precinct and turned myself in
But my voice didn't work, all they heard was the wind