No focus, hold the mold that broke us
Some kind of hocus pocus, fifty mochas wouldn't woke us
On the surface I'm getting older and it's scary
On my shoulder there's a boulder I must carry
It's a pile of uncontrolled urges and sexual advances
Complex stanzas about a man ran ragged
With impure thoughts about his friends and neighbors
Catering to demons as his discipline wavers
The only safe place is out in public
Where the people's prying eyes keep an evil man honest
On this earth, there's just two kinds of people
Those who don't know me, and those who know I'm the devil
I'm a reveler, in the suffering of others
Apathetic to the struggle of my sisters and brothers
A pathetic waste of brain space cased in worthless husk
Patrolling up and down the alley, chasing this lust
Cant' sleep, for what's waiting on the other side of
Consciousness haunts this man on his feet
Cant' sleep, for what's waiting on the other side of
Consciousness haunts this man on his feet