I've got some rules that I can't break I'm feeling caged in my mind state Can't seem to find the gap Between inventive and crazy Same goes for minimal perfection and lazyI need some help, can you hear me I'm kind of muffled, but I sing clearly Pursuit is fickle, but my blood breathesInto my heart, don't wanna distribute the art Into my heart, don't wanna distribute the art Into my heart, don't wanna distribute the artBeat, beat, beat, beat, I'll bang it in your head Beat, beat, beat, beat, till I'm pronounced dead Keep, keep, keep, keep pennies on my eyes They'll be needed for the debt of my demiseDying is an art, but what about the converse I write out my soul, it burns until you say that I'm worth More than something anything comparable Drag down another one, laugh as they fallI'm almost at my threshold Self indulged avoiding getting old What can I do to make them all pleased But If I act acceptable, am I saying anythingSomeone told me that they cared For a second I thought I could share A sense of peace like we weren't hurling towards doom But the Sun is shining at night as if it were noonAs if it were noon As if it were noon As if it were noonDying is an art, but what about the converse I write out my soul, it burns until you say that I'm worth More than something anything comparable Drag down another one, laugh as they fall
