Mental Vacation Video (MV)

Half of the time you'll be sleep deprived
Half of the time you will compromise
Half of the time you will realize that
Half of the time you don't recognize
Half of the shit you write once the meaning arrives
When you're proceeding while blind
Half of the time you will lie
Half of the time you'll be right
Half of the time you will smile
Half of the time you'll decline
Half of the time you will dine with the flies
And come up with that same shit-eating grin on your face
That you used to patronize
Half of the time you're a saint
Half of the time the connection between
What you're thinking and what you're doing is faint
Half the time you will feint in the wrong direction and take a disgrace
Half the time you will choose it and know in the first place
Half of the time you will chase
Half of the time you will brace for impact
Then relapse into a series of ancient mistakes
Half of the time you'll be great
Half of the time you will be a waste of space
And hate every single break that you make
Seven whole years in a waking mental vacation
Balancing your patience under compounding frustration
Awaiting a divination through petulant arbitration
And infinite arguments harbored in arduous calculations
Farthing elation exacerbating your hatred
Aching to break the plaster surrounding the inner Daedalus
Watching all of your children get cremated by the rays of a
Sun that continues shining beyond the dark of the atrium
Buried within the cells of a body of intonation
Wondering whether your freedom is real or just a creation
Tortured by a collection of fleeting carnal sensations that
Take away from your soul until all that's left is abrasive remainders
Fading reminders of something that should have been greater than what it was
Writing my epitaph as a flavor that no one tastes and
Somewhere along the line you get jaded and keep
Asking yourself if you're ever going to make it and
What exactly it means to you
What exactly it was that I thought I would do
Still kicking myself for thinking the thought of who I ought to be
Instead of being whoever I am at any given moment
And own it

Funny how you lose sight of shit

A mental break, yes
I'll have to rule this place then

After you, this worlds next
So lets get started
I wanna make sure we understand:
Your blood's the black ink in my pen
I'm the nerves you feel again
When you choke, puss out instead
I set up the trap your in
I'm the doubt that's in your head
I'm the nightmares in your bed
I'm your devils advocate
I'm your mind's contend
Filling it with false content
Making you lose contests
Only worthy of contempt
I'm your drunks bed
To much to drink
Lay your head
Your dreams can all take a rest
Cause after them, I'm next
I'm your lost bets
I'm all of your bounced checks
And after this, I promise kid
I'll be the list of your regrets
I'm the one that stole the win
With lyrics told on a whim
I made the game that you lost with
The pain and strain you caused him
My world now that your tossed in
I ruled this town as I saw fit
You'll rue the clown with jokes mocking
I choose the sound in your coffin

I aim to claim this place with the songs bass
A long patient wait
Some straight hate, rage, pain and a case of based anger just in case
For years one minute your sane and the next your "cray" and with the strength from the pain
In a strange way almost like an earth quake
Rearranging plates I'm gonna break his face
Hey now, wait, ok, hold on, that's not very nice to say
Shut up and save that gay crap for when they're on the run and I'm chasing strays
Fights never done, even when its won, my gun's forever on, trigger stuck
I don't run away, I walk away and I do it with two fingers up
Unknown the nightmare and the paradise I found in it that's forever mine
If there's one thing I learned from life, you just need to get up but one more time
They say two wrongs don't make a right
Well tell that to him, he kept me up at night
He doesn't fight fair why should I play right
So rise the curtain on my play-write

Send out the invites, pop the corn and change the lights, It's show time
And those lines will make him go die so try and don't cry
That's not aloud during the show
Only the crowd making loud sounds as I take a bow
Cause he's down for the count
Gone are all the clouds
And the thunder sounds
This is my world now