Hieroglyphics

Scrubbing out his head Police want him dead He's got conspiracies They're after him Watching every park he's in Bluffing out his head Either that or I am mad But he's got money in the bank Or so I'm told Writing on the wall He's the one to rule them all The third christ has come And he's the one His life is in a bag With a sparkle in his But no one bats an eye lid His own words are his silence Read me out them hieroglyphics Think I'll lose my mind with you Sporadic and so cryptic Seeing how your mind is working Got me questioning the truth Read me out them hieroglyphics Think I'll lose my mind with you Sporadic yet specific Watching how your mind is stewing Got me wrestling the truth Cat by his side only friend he has Body of steel Yet brain burnt ash Wouldn't be the first to call him mad Easy to judge folk with their Life in a bin bag Guess I'll give him the chance With thoughts that dance Trapped in a loop He spun me the yarn Yet far from the truth The limit of man How low can you stoop? Gotta say we never got nowhere Words held weight with an empty stare Musta lost his pride His eyes the tale Musta cost his mind With words dried stale I sat and heard With my ears wide open Adhered to being free Yet I fear he's broken Eyes had a spark Musta been a tripped wire Seen him on the street Fighting internal fire I've been there I've fought that Feeling like a doormat Your very own thoughts Ben the cause of your torment The war in your head Breaches ground to the surface Questioning your own Is a downhill slope When you're thinking to yourself Is this all that she wrote? Ah brother how'd you get so ill Brain gone way way his body here still Building a rocket to the moon he shouts Froze all his money in the bank he shouts He's lost But I am too Read me out them hieroglyphics Think I'll lose my mind with you Sporadic and so cryptic Seeing how your mind is working Got me questioning the truth Read me out them hieroglyphics Think I'll lose my mind with you Sporadic yet specific Seeing how your mind is stewing Got me wrestling the truth I get the sense that it's all getting to my head You showed me messages The Pharaoh lying dead I walk past from time to time But I am not recognised Yet I feel no spite For I see me in his eyes I get the sense that it's all getting to my head You showed me messages The Pharaoh lying dead I walk past from time to time But I am not recognised Yet I feel no spite For I see me in his eyes