Bishbashbosh

My mind doesn't fit in that box Hanging our heads till we slip that knot Everybody's stuck in a mismatched spot I just kill it then I kick back BishBashBosh While these people play around like tic tac toe I tell em that my body doesn't fit on that cross The youth are getting crucified Holy son Holy shit Who am I? Going going gone quick as BishBashBosh That's SCVM What a fucking perfect way to kick this off Living in the mist where the misfits rot Drizzles got us wishing we could lift this fog Chatting drivel in the middle of Armageddon We're only scared to die when residing in calmer settings We chase rain Raise stakes Karmas been carving a path for us to Get palms on some Parmesan but we can't Look how dark it's getting We wanna know it like the back of our hands They told us they'd lend us one well what happened to that Well if they did they'd end up gradually dragging us back They lack a sense of direction paired with having a knack For taking horses to water and drowning em And drowning out Any sound that comes out of their mouth and then The sound of doubt Is all they can hear Sipping that trough So I forgot To tell em My mind doesn't fit in that box Hanging our heads till we slip that knot Everybody's stuck in a mismatched spot I just kill it then I kick back BishBashBosh While these people play around like tic tac toe I tell em that my body doesn't fit on that cross The youth are getting crucified Holy son Holy shit Who am I? Going going gone quick as BishBashBosh I've got a question mark above my head I tell em it's a lightbulb I've been living with the bliss of ignorance and I don't Know a thing So it's curtains closed and the show begins A bunch of rooms with closed doors I won't find out what might lie behind those You puppets live in boxes My mind don't fit inside those You live like Punch and Judy I might punch the jury I don't React well to judgement I do what the fuck I like so If you don't like what you're seeing Keep it moving keep your eyes closed Pupils dilate Residing by blinded primates Confiding in pride reclining But spines may collide with knives They don't know who's friend or foe So they hold their weapons close Everyone's ending up dead I spose Crabs in a bucket ain't letting go (No) But their grip on reality's getting so loose Hope to Slowly fade away like they're supposed to Owe you Nothing I know the lengths that I'll go to To make it out alive Gimmie an inch and think I'll cope? Jeepers I'll be taking a mile Surrounded by non believers can't spot the fakest of smiles Put me in front of this place and I'll run it into the ground At least then they'll have a chance of fucking making it out Fuck shucking and jiving and sucking up to society Duffel bag in my hand with a cutlass stuck to the side of me Deading negative energy Anything that's reminding me That I can't be anything that i try to be Coz My mind doesn't fit in that box Hanging our heads till we slip that knot Everybody's stuck in a mismatched spot I just kill it then I kick back BishBashBosh While these people play around like tic tac toe I tell em that my body doesn't fit on that cross The youth are getting crucified Holy son Holy shit Who am I? Going going gone quick as BishBash