It's cliche to say but I'm trying to live each day as though it was my last
It's starting to feel less concept more fact when each day is a flash it all goes by so fast with 20 waking hours and a million incomplete tasks
But I'd be kicking my ass if I didn't kick back with a double jack and jazz track travelling from the ground at the back
Better than kissing ass of brittle twats for tittle stacks to remittle tax so wittle back on the commital acts those spittle soaked chisel spokes don't belong in your back
Why you put yourself in a prison cell you just wanna live and be living well well I'd aquittal that
Speaking of cells you're made of them, they all make a decision whether to stick around or fission fast so try n vision that
All the cells in your body suddenly spit like a schism act
Then we get onto the sister act yourself in 2 places at once like a non-observed particle I'm riding the waves of these predestined choices though marginal to suggest these miniscule desicions don't effect the inquisitions during their infinite remission into every day life is to suggest this particle's marginal choices are farcical
Well this particle is wielding an arsenal of atom bombs
Started off as an amoeba now it's a hungry for blood carrion
Dropping a bomb on every long moment in time where some moron's just chattered on
Wait, is that me?


I'm gonna have my cake and eat it too
I'm baked and baking so there's more for you


To think fast you need an internal think tank
So I wonder are the voices in my head really that good or this bad
but then I think that to think that is to think mad and sink deep into the thinking of a psychopath
So am I mad a psychopath a psycho has to be mad right?
Well that kind of thinking sounds like reading in bad light
You'll burn out your vission and though you couldn't see it I'm sure it'd be a bad sight
Like you're trying your hardest to fly a wax kite
Like you're analysing a multi answer question in black n white
Like taking a walk to spot the sun in the black of night
You see where I'm going with this it's all about a lack of sight
Like saying you want a versatile job and getting a nine five
Though a nine five is a life line like the right crime for the right mind
Well it's five for nine in a nine five like a lie for life or a life of lies
I spy aspiring life in time and space time
Tight timing tying ties to climb high and make mine
Why fight in a line blind binding spite and fake sight