Whose - occam's razor Lyrics

I think to myself like why the hell are you talking
Made walkman at 17 the song came out so beautifully
Track 5 on the demo, urs pressed his head to the metal
We did it together without no pennies or metals
Young and immaculate, planning for lavishness
The words i manifest
Are decently trash at best
I treat people like a suit thats soft and tailored
While they run through my name carelessly with occams razor
Dr. zero with a slash becomes apart of that
I'll keep ranting and raving until you are sick of my indignant ass
I'm still in awe of the amount of times I've chalked up my fate to god
So appalled
Feel my fate is that of paul

Ramblings of a hook