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My skull is a secret society
All-seeing, it's keeping an eye on me
I preach to the choir of demons inside of me
Our symbol's a beast and a bible leaf
Recently I have been climbing the peaks of anxiety
Feeding the spiderlings
Barrel bottom, I'm deep in sobriety
Seeking the keys to the time machine, I
Gotta grow up gotta be the man
No more simple jack, no more peter pan
No more giving daps to the reaper's hand
Keep it clean 'til I'm back on my feet again
Cracks in my ceiling, man
It's been raining hard
Battery on low but I'm taking charge
I'm making art
You are whatever you do
You are not what you say you are
So I keep a candle lit
With my lantern I stand here inanimate
I'm a man with some plans and a manuscript
Trying to navigate a planet full of random shit
Some days can't stand who I am, can't handle it
Can't get a grip with my hands full of sand, I'll abandon it
Pass me some ink and a pad I gotta rant a bit
Not in it to win it, I'm feeling out of it
Money is time but my hours are counterfeit
Taking minutes from a meeting with the devil
Yeah you can talk it up but I'm just not down with it
Celebrate flaws, imperfect to a fault and proud of it
Do is the anti-dont
Truth is the antidote, fine, keep doubting it
Middle finger number one, you can count on it

Feeling like I haven't got an option ahead of me
Face in a heart-shaped locket I never see
But I'm fired up, oxyacetylene
Big bad wolf outfoxing my enemies
All these deadbeats want rocks and some ketamine
I just wanna grok what you're telling me
I'm serving up a banquet of memories
And I've got my own severed head as the centerpiece
Sitting here alone in the dark, honing my craft
Fragment of bone in my palm
Thinking I could clone me a star
From a fingernail, a tooth and what's bottled up in both of my arms
Nothing to show for my art
Show me the path, all I need is hope and some calm
A murder of crows in a casket
A poem made of scars
And I'll turn 'em all to stone with my bars
To the ghost in my garden: I know who you are
When the black robes flow through my yard
You are mostly a mask
A persona I crafted to hide what was growing in my heart
So I broke it all in half, blow it all apart
Explode it into shards, leave it frozen in the past
I'm so, so sober and I'm far, far over it
It's time to take charge
Caught a little buzz, started buggin'
Killer bees jammed in the jars that I juggle
Blacker than black, I'm in the dark seeing double
The future is a mess and the past is a puzzle
Who's that guy with an armful of rubble
Steady banging on the bars of his bubble?
It's Jack Vaul carving a starheartskull in a concrete arch 'til it buckles.