Hypnosis

Mistake my own arm for a branch and then I fell down
Got back up dust off like every second counts
Tension mounts my head in the clouds and I don't see nothing
This sweat off the brow can't dance and it's too wet to plow
In this second wind is seven deadly sins
He shed his skin and spread his wings then disapear
Rest for the wicked well I haven't slept a wink in weeks
When risks outweigh the benefits I'm going all in
Until you know how that feels you've never truly lived
Either won't remember a thing or you will get the gist
Wouldn't bet on it yet this ignorance is bliss
Life more treacherous try a force to be reckoned with
He just ponder the orb never brought to a hault
Then respond with the lore make a long story short
Should be locked in a vault and I'll fall on the sword
If it's ever my fault that we feel to the core
As I pause for a thought I've heard it before
Once and for all my tour de force
And what I call my own moral support
Or the short straw drawn for the win against all odds
One day he'll be in Ripley's Believe it or Not
The game mode of my life is set to beat the clock
Now I eliminate all that doesn't help me evolve
Never scheme and plot but make my peace with God oh
Learnt from the best of the best of the best
In the end don't fear death reflect perplexed
To a certain extent wish for my own personal hell
Uncircumspect but still earn respect it serves you well
He dug his own grave twice with the same shovel
Survived drug out the mud by my inner demons
I'm up to no good but I'm always so comfortable
As tough as this looks my world weird wild and wonderful

Sometimes we get lost thinking about the great times to drift off
Down this route makes minds get lost
And my couch ate my change Rick Ross
Sitting on my ass all day man I need to floss
Flex up maybe boss but
Why the sauce up on my chicken wings taste like exhaust
Like they lacing the bacon a homunculus in the pot
The chunkiest funkiest shit you done ever did see
That's what I thought
Morally obscene I cough and wheeze snot dripping calligraphy
I caught a whiff of Hennessy
And drowned it out with some grenadine
She had lips like cherries plucked straight from the stem
We bathing apes when we together it's either on or it's off
When we in the room after waking we taking off
To another dimension as I contemplate what we lost