Verse 1:
Searching for a cure
something with minimal side effects to endure
Antioxidants and OTC meds dont seem to mature
So I head to the Doc, as he hands me a brochure
Prozac, Zoloft, maybe you need some Xanax
Will any of these sir take me from spazzin to relax?
My immedial complexion complexes me
muscle memory flexes for the rest to see
but weights are only armor to shield against insecurity
So I've come to you now for you to fix what is wrong with me
Dont see me as your patient, or as an benief the skin amputee
See me as you, if you were an abductee of the third degree
Like throwing gasoline on a fire to ignite the depressive flames
Wishin I could hold my head up, dis-miss the look of the ashamed
Scavenging to Escape the Deep, its only peaceful when I sleep
I feel like the outkast, I feel like the Black Sheep
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Chorus:
Dep is for the Depth that my hands can not extend
Press is for the Pressure that Insues from with in
Ion is for the molecules that aggitate the sin
We all are volunerable men, so let us lend
A helping hand to them
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Verse 2:
Shattered mirrors cut the forskin of my hands
but feels better than the guilt of the once promised land
They say theres no gain, unless theres any pain
but life is no competition, nor is it simple or plain
Atheist are the only ones who understand my grief
Yet I dont claim them, my hearts still up for grabs to thief
Im down on disagreeing knees, beggin' to a skeleon key
Still im mocked with this disease for what seems like eternity
I wanna look down on a world, and watch it like an episode of Survivor
And see all the fraud and facade destroyed like a drunk, tank driver
I wanna live in a world where all I see are coconut palm trees
and any car is allowed to compete in the annual Grand Prix
I conquest to a dynasty where the oceans are free
to drown in, but resurrect in everlasting harmony
Scavenging to Escape the Deep, its only peaceful when I sleep
I feel like the outkast, I feel like the Black Sheep
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Chorus:
Dep is for the Depth that my hands can not extend
Press is for the Pressure that Insues from with in
Ion is for the molecules that aggitate the sin
We all are volunerable men, so let us lend
A helping hand to them
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Verse 3:
Exonerate the dark cloud that is placed above my head
to many days without sunshine can leave one seein' infrared
Developing night vision, a perceptual sight revision
My eyes have become my boss, but we can call it supervision
It's me against the world, were all headed for collision
but I cant give up this fight, can't let it be a split decision
I'm going to take what im entitled to as I pass through
Dialated Pupils, become fruitful with envy of the rescue
Cut me open Doc, and sew me back up with a screw
Get the crazy out of me, man if these's people only knew
Alev-ition becomes my only non prescription medication
against this raging inferno, spontaneous insineration
Narrating the saturation of the sweat thats evaporatin'
I'm tempted to open the book, but He's to busy Procrastinatin'
Scavenging to Escape the Deep, its only peaceful when I sleep
I feel like the outkast, I feel like the Black Sheep
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chorus:
Dep is for the Depth that my hands can not extend
Press is for the Pressure that Insues from with in
Ion is for the molecules that aggitate the sin
We all are volunerable men, so let us lend
A helping hand to them
Searching for a cure
something with minimal side effects to endure
Antioxidants and OTC meds dont seem to mature
So I head to the Doc, as he hands me a brochure
Prozac, Zoloft, maybe you need some Xanax
Will any of these sir take me from spazzin to relax?
My immedial complexion complexes me
muscle memory flexes for the rest to see
but weights are only armor to shield against insecurity
So I've come to you now for you to fix what is wrong with me
Dont see me as your patient, or as an benief the skin amputee
See me as you, if you were an abductee of the third degree
Like throwing gasoline on a fire to ignite the depressive flames
Wishin I could hold my head up, dis-miss the look of the ashamed
Scavenging to Escape the Deep, its only peaceful when I sleep
I feel like the outkast, I feel like the Black Sheep
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chorus:
Dep is for the Depth that my hands can not extend
Press is for the Pressure that Insues from with in
Ion is for the molecules that aggitate the sin
We all are volunerable men, so let us lend
A helping hand to them
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Verse 2:
Shattered mirrors cut the forskin of my hands
but feels better than the guilt of the once promised land
They say theres no gain, unless theres any pain
but life is no competition, nor is it simple or plain
Atheist are the only ones who understand my grief
Yet I dont claim them, my hearts still up for grabs to thief
Im down on disagreeing knees, beggin' to a skeleon key
Still im mocked with this disease for what seems like eternity
I wanna look down on a world, and watch it like an episode of Survivor
And see all the fraud and facade destroyed like a drunk, tank driver
I wanna live in a world where all I see are coconut palm trees
and any car is allowed to compete in the annual Grand Prix
I conquest to a dynasty where the oceans are free
to drown in, but resurrect in everlasting harmony
Scavenging to Escape the Deep, its only peaceful when I sleep
I feel like the outkast, I feel like the Black Sheep
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chorus:
Dep is for the Depth that my hands can not extend
Press is for the Pressure that Insues from with in
Ion is for the molecules that aggitate the sin
We all are volunerable men, so let us lend
A helping hand to them
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Verse 3:
Exonerate the dark cloud that is placed above my head
to many days without sunshine can leave one seein' infrared
Developing night vision, a perceptual sight revision
My eyes have become my boss, but we can call it supervision
It's me against the world, were all headed for collision
but I cant give up this fight, can't let it be a split decision
I'm going to take what im entitled to as I pass through
Dialated Pupils, become fruitful with envy of the rescue
Cut me open Doc, and sew me back up with a screw
Get the crazy out of me, man if these's people only knew
Alev-ition becomes my only non prescription medication
against this raging inferno, spontaneous insineration
Narrating the saturation of the sweat thats evaporatin'
I'm tempted to open the book, but He's to busy Procrastinatin'
Scavenging to Escape the Deep, its only peaceful when I sleep
I feel like the outkast, I feel like the Black Sheep
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chorus:
Dep is for the Depth that my hands can not extend
Press is for the Pressure that Insues from with in
Ion is for the molecules that aggitate the sin
We all are volunerable men, so let us lend
A helping hand to them
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