I hate with what is left of me   Too blind to reason   Too dumb to know   I don’t care....   I probed your fucking head there was nothing there   But I hope to God that when I step back,   I will see I was wrong, tough I know that I’m not      Hard on the outside, ripe within   But when I dig, I find...      I paint these walls with what is left of you   I blend I shade, but its all, white on white   Some day you might look back on who you were   But if you can think, I’m pressed to believe   You will find it hard to get up off your knees but...      It takes manifest in this,   Clarity/rage   That I stacked up,   And now it’s all coming down   You social slave,   You better be gone   That you insist to persist   Doesn't make you a man      Ashamed, when I find that all that you are...   A living confirmation of my thoughts   But when it all goes down you should know this:   That you need a fix need a push over this,   Cause the hour has come   The world has moved on      Peel a layer of social distortion   Your face is laid bare, and this notion springs...   I fear if I know you, and God do I know you,   Its all for the best   Ignorance is bliss   And now you've come round   You’re complete, you’re profound   You’re perfect   In a certain way   But here you lay, just a frame, just a shame,   Cause time caught up   Caught up with you today      Hard on the outside   Ripe within   But when I dig I find things   You would not believe