One-two-three-four-five... four, three, two, one      When I get back from hell again   I'm gonna be so elegant   The relevance of my benevolence is evident      I'm sentimental   Oh no, I mean I'm said to be mental   When I don't get what I want   I find it's hard just to be gentle   Gentle? The rental of some self control   When you lose your mind   Is when you start to find your soul unfold      This morning when I woke up   All the thoughts that I had just broke up   Broken fragments of my dreams left me choked up   Distant memories I'd repressed all spoke up   Oooh fuck!   This was something that I wasn't expecting   My dreams solidified and started asking me questions   And the deeper I looked into their hate-filled eyes   I realised they were you, only in disguise      So I jumped to my feet   How the fuck did I become so weak?   Too soon did I admit defeat   I grabbed a pen and start writing to the beat   And I wrote:      When I get back from hell again   I'm gonna be so elegant   The relevance of my benevolence is everything      As time went by   I realised you can't just drop out   But I'm telling you man   It's hard to block out   The sound that rebounds and resounds   And resounds again   Off the walls of my mind   'cause I miss my... friend      But now I'm on a mission to mend   Everything that broke and make it glisten again   Strip down redesign construct and improve   While the rest procrastinate I'll be making my move   I hope in years to come I've elevated   But chances are I'll be inebriated   But that's cool   As long as my mind ain't sedated   And the things that I've learned   Haven't been erased and wasted      When you forget about the hand you're dealt   All that really matters is the things you've felt   So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times   If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes   When you forget about the hand you're dealt   All that really matters is the things you've felt   So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times   If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes      When I get back from hell again   I'm gonna be so elegant   The relevance of my benevolence is evident