Life’s a bitch and then you die, to hell with perfect alibis
Stick a needle in my eye; I did this shit in half the time
Tune in via satellite to gaze upon your funeral
Sometimes called a genius but a mind frame far from beautiful
Just can’t escape my cubical, the daily grind hogwash
Try to get lost in my thoughts and then the boss squawks
More often than not, between a hard place and a rock
See the birches; things will worsen, as I write like Robert Frost
A mental holocaust, and probably wont achieve survival
Guess I’ll rest my head in hell because I don’t believe the bible
Relieved by suicidal even homicidal tendencies
Check these fucking vitals in the mind you’ll see discrepancies
A messenger with leprosy, and multi personalities
A troubled fucking alky and a burden to the family
The curtain’s rising gradually, the show begins at midnight
I travel around with vampires that go in for your windpipe
Searching for some insight in the gruesomest spot
And now I’ve chose to stay lost in Jerusalem’s Lot
Searching for some insight in the gruesomest spot
And now I’ve chose to stay lost in Jerusalem’s Lot


Fucked up past the point of recognition, gone fishing
Still wishing with a vision that this shit’ll get efficient
Spit a quick depiction of the glitch in which your itchin
Quit the bitchin, fixing friction, in a vicious kitchen
Mixing up revenge recipes with poisoned sweet treats
Now a fucking demon barber lurking down Fleet Street
Knee deep in shits creek, forever in a rut
Take the razor to my throat and spill a river full of blood