I am nonstarving artist with a goateenliving on the streetsnprophesizing for the penniesnbreaking down the beatsnI am spoiled by the ideanlife is just a shadow of what's real.nnI have nevernknown pain past the primalnwoken up to findnI am homeless in denialnand I wouldn't knownevolutionary survivalnif Darwin bit my heels.nnOh I'm just a washed up cluenof what might have beennthe next movement, or two.nUnder different circumstancesnI might have been hugenbut thank your God I'm not.nnI have seennmiracles I can't remembernI have seen hatenfrom January to Decembernthose I thought were strongnso easily dismemberednand this verse is so cliche.nnIf you see menbe sure to look away quicknI might steal your soulnor make you semi-open-mindednI think as a peoplenwe are gagged and we are blindednbut who am I to say?nnOh I'm just a washed up cluenof what might have beennthe next movement, or two.nUnder different circumstancesnI might have been hugenbut thank your God I'm not.nnBecause I hide my angernunder sadnessnonly God can fully feel.nAnd I am sad becausenI've got it easynlife's a steal for me.nThough I'm told the worldnwill only disappearnI'd like to change itnwhile I'm herenand I am met with onlynfear and disbelief.nnI am nonepic poet with an egonI post emo lyricsnlike an instant message credo.nI was raised on PBSnso, baby, why don't we gonto the Land of Make BelievennRound these partsnI'm not threat to faith or reasonnI am just a mammalnwith a certain knack for breathin'nand committing random actsnof sodomitic treason,nknock your daughtersnoff their feet.nnOh I'm just a washed up cluenof what might have beennthe next movement, or two.nUnder different circumstancesnI might have been hugenbut thank your God I'm not.nnBecause I'd hate to causenthe moral rupturenof a country that is puncturednby a devil in disguise.nSo you're right.nBlame the problems of this nationnon my own recruiting station.nKill me fast and everythingnwill be alright.nnWell I don't meannto sound sarcastic, angry, or crass,nbut I'm getting used to dead lastnand the weight of my own words.nLet's forget I said a thingnand just ignore this.nFaith in earthly law is pure bliss.nSo they say, and so tonightnwe can't see the skynfor all the lights.