variety is the spice of life but variety takes time
i'll take my piety over all your dimes it's less frightening when you can see the lines
she's tyrin me on for older size and I might get gone feeling like flight
don't tie me down i'll run in spite of the pleasures of anothers control

a touch of shoulder and disdain is what you showed me under pain 
of secrecy, not fame, and who would I be to blame
why reigng in reigning rage, it's not like theres another page
tried saying we knew the ways, but we've got no clue

I'm true as far as true gets me to you, eshew new era for blue eyes in nude
paint my picture frame saying it's more true to blame rates of failure instead of what i knew
I never used the lulu line trying kindly in the back of my mind
to find the time to discard my rhyme because I was supposed to hang today

"It's like you just don't care about people, like you've built your house and curch steeple
on frowning clout and looking evil", it's a game of isolation and revalation
how can I know me what all I see is other than true free, a new key to see
how can I know you when all I do is run through steady ruins that fools are choosing

I guess I'll end the ignorance, the pale sordid lost fortunes
the one true way to no more friends, the only day I'll make amends
I guess I'll start the truth transcribe, start greed, start hate, start taking bribes
I know the path to realize that your real eyes will shine my light

It's amazing how much time you have when you give up on love
When great fates dissapate at a rate made from above
Maybe I'm not meant to lie on sand in others paradise of
great expectations and greater mutilations from the times, shove

cause I've gotten gone for so long, shown no wrongs in front of you
I've run headlong, thrown stones, long drawn out buried bones I have to choose
I see silence and thought widens behind unkind throngs, animals loose
don't you see how you treat the people you could teach, we could see through ruse

It's amazing how many thoughts you have when you spend your time alone
when you see songs, write flows, be wrong but still known
I waste chances in favor, romantic, won't save her, pedantic, won't leave my throne
I talk to myself, in deep thought I delve, I see wrongs revolve around being clones

What would change if I just let her? Would it be better or set in wasting time
I know it feels good but I don't need to be in priesthood to know nature of life
I'm still gettin better, nothin settlers could fetter in federated truth while
looking back, comparing current lack two glaring three attack four sharing strife

Honey, you gotta give it some time, I'm not right and never ripe for finds
I sit with closed eyes and stare at those lies, it's my right to bind
plug-in to rung him through plungin blue, feels so new
maybe I have time


happiness is not being right, being right is not meaning of life
meaning of life is not avoided strife, avoided strife is not being right

I'm still gettin

Just a dude. Makin music's my thing. Write, perform, record, edit, mix all instruments in all songs.

I'm still gettin

Wholey