Twisted world where artists bend backwards for benefactors

And victims are to be blamed as bad actors

My mind running all around

Poetry is illegal unless you're under the underground

Devious with determination

Solitude is crowded by isolation

Wandered wearily for several eternities

Gaining acclaim, using fake names

Vanishing by sunrise, committing to the wisdom of the unwise

In buildings where if I wasn't a performer, they wouldn't let me past the foyer

Here I am pullin' spectacles for the uninitiated voyeurs

But, bein' piss poor corrupted the discourse

As power functions on a sliding scale, so you might as well

So you might as well, you know what I'm sayin'?

And that's when I knew I'd found

My way out of this hell

And that's when I knew I'd found

My way out of this hell

Strivin' to be the type of poet Lorca was

When one turns their back to lead the orchestra

Black Orpheus, Kepler octahedron

Happy recent, eyes buggin' like Jackie Gleason

To witness true wonder, that's the reason

That's the reason

One time I was doo-dooin' at a gas station and I

Read on the stall, you know, on the wall

"What's the purpose of life?"

And someone had actually wrote back, it said

"To be the eyes, the ears, and consciousness of the creator of the universe

You fool"

And that's when I knew I'd found

My way out of this hell

Yeah, yeah, break it down, break it down, huh? Yeah

I'm glad to be broke then

Glad to be broke then

And that's when I knew I'd found

My way out of this hell

Thank you, thank you, art, thank you, music

And that's when I knew I'd found

My way out of this hell