I get's no realer than these imposters in your facenYou seem like a nice kid, beware of the monsters that you chasenI've chased my tail, through Adam Smith's greatest plantationnAnd when they mock me, diss on my creationnIf your not Disney Club enough, reality can break your strivenSon, it's not defined by who they offend and whynIf you know your enemies, you know yourselfnIf you have no enemies, you're nobodynBetter to be nobody than every man, I'm not like younI talk with my hands and avoid them on a molecular levelnnThese are tears of the machines of the godsnCouldn't be any worse even world was...nThese are the tears of the machines of the godsnCouldn't be any worse even if the world was gonennYou're either with me or against me, either stone me or defend menYou can exude demons daily, but still feel not emptynChristian lady at Pizza Hut - you say God had his hands on menI wonder if he still does?nIf he is he must be strangling me with his magnifying glassnPointing fire at my feet, I love the way you dance and you cry, while you're dying the streetnnI try to write topical songs, but ideas, they rain on menWhen I think about life it's good, if you don't care about anythingnNo pigs in my blood, only the cold taste of rainnRefreshing until my teeth fall out, determined to live life on these termsnMany will burn to their closeness, seek not to die of heroin overdossesnCaught a few rides with vultures when I needed a planenAnd where we fell, even the rocks forgot our namesnUsed to be a big mouth ego-maniac, never listened a lotnWhen I visit the Arab world, we'll throw a bomb into the parking lotnWant to live on the edge, not get sucked into the abyss looking for life in the cracks of the wallsnYou could say I drift between this world and one we've already destroyednUp to my neck in confusion, or is it lava?