hyde
(Someone, or something, was in here when I came in...)
(But where?)
(You believe in ghosts, Buck?)
(Witchcraft, black magic, sorcery...)
(To me it's nothing but fairy-tale mumbo jumbo!)
(Who's right? Am I right? Is she right? Are we both right?)
(Oh, how's about - how's about we split the difference, alright?)
Me and my ego
Ain't been seeing eye-to-eye
I often wonder, where did he go?
When he should be by my side
I'm a strider like Viggo
I'm a splicer like Hyde
I'm as admired and regal
As I am feared and despised
I'm wiser than a young man
And blinder than a baby
I'm brighter than the sun is
When its night
And when its raining
An advisor of the shunned man,
I guide the mind to patience
But I am only one man,
So I wont get complacent
Gotta' face it:
I've barely got a grasp on the basics
I've barely had a lap
And they anticipate greatness
It's Vegas, it's a gamble
And the players are ample
I act like I hate it
But straight on I ramble
Like I'm caught in the brambles
But I can't feel the thorns
I'm lost in the Labyrinth
But I ain't faced the horns
Turning every corner like,
I've been here before
I've done this already
Give me more to explore
(And you have until midnight to find the house on Haunted Hill)
Chin up, torch up, what's the next step?
What's that there just 'round the next bend?
Split up, find clues, follow that stench
No fresh air, when will this maze end?
Life gave you ethical dilemmas
Left you less of a gentleman
Step closer to veteran
Kept closing the cabinet
Bad habit of opening
Most meddle with medicine
Question is what the matter is
Masochistic
Smoke settled then back at it
Potentially Lazarus
Rose petals the last to hit
The box a body's buried in
Memories buried
In the baggage it's carrying
Brushes with bath-splattering canvases
Woke sweating nightmaric
And flesh crawling, we're carrying,
We're tearing at it
Admit I can't fathom
The area of absence
Atoms splitting
I don't know the half of it
Magicians be the last to admit
A trick isn't magic
Miraculous is the mystery
Accidents be the shit that we live to see
Or that kill us
A basilisk in your labyrinth
Rapper's apparitions
And mad metaphysicians
A mistamillion lab rat
Silly rabbit, pass that!
(But where?)
(You believe in ghosts, Buck?)
(Witchcraft, black magic, sorcery...)
(To me it's nothing but fairy-tale mumbo jumbo!)
(Who's right? Am I right? Is she right? Are we both right?)
(Oh, how's about - how's about we split the difference, alright?)
Me and my ego
Ain't been seeing eye-to-eye
I often wonder, where did he go?
When he should be by my side
I'm a strider like Viggo
I'm a splicer like Hyde
I'm as admired and regal
As I am feared and despised
I'm wiser than a young man
And blinder than a baby
I'm brighter than the sun is
When its night
And when its raining
An advisor of the shunned man,
I guide the mind to patience
But I am only one man,
So I wont get complacent
Gotta' face it:
I've barely got a grasp on the basics
I've barely had a lap
And they anticipate greatness
It's Vegas, it's a gamble
And the players are ample
I act like I hate it
But straight on I ramble
Like I'm caught in the brambles
But I can't feel the thorns
I'm lost in the Labyrinth
But I ain't faced the horns
Turning every corner like,
I've been here before
I've done this already
Give me more to explore
(And you have until midnight to find the house on Haunted Hill)
Chin up, torch up, what's the next step?
What's that there just 'round the next bend?
Split up, find clues, follow that stench
No fresh air, when will this maze end?
Life gave you ethical dilemmas
Left you less of a gentleman
Step closer to veteran
Kept closing the cabinet
Bad habit of opening
Most meddle with medicine
Question is what the matter is
Masochistic
Smoke settled then back at it
Potentially Lazarus
Rose petals the last to hit
The box a body's buried in
Memories buried
In the baggage it's carrying
Brushes with bath-splattering canvases
Woke sweating nightmaric
And flesh crawling, we're carrying,
We're tearing at it
Admit I can't fathom
The area of absence
Atoms splitting
I don't know the half of it
Magicians be the last to admit
A trick isn't magic
Miraculous is the mystery
Accidents be the shit that we live to see
Or that kill us
A basilisk in your labyrinth
Rapper's apparitions
And mad metaphysicians
A mistamillion lab rat
Silly rabbit, pass that!
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Writer(s): Forest Zabriskie
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