Told You

I am World class I'm a pain in the ass Enters the chimp with a lit match And a bottle of gas Thumbs grey with ash And a bag of stamp, black With resin on my hand I infer myself from reactions of people around Wake up from a lay in to a hard day Of pacing the floor Each door supposes a future self Behind which, tell me, does history not eat itself alive? I'm blind Half blind No, I'm not blind at all It's not 'when will he learn' But 'when will he act on it' The mad cat just made off with the stash Resculpting my tash Just to hide the fact my cheeks are fat I illuminate my poetry by phone light past midnight Lighter fluid to blindside prying History is for the winners Even the fact that I would think that makes me sigh Burn all my books literally the second that I die I like my head with heads pinned Count the days without sin Start again tomorrow just to reach the fabled one I really have been something else In pursuit my highest self The silver spoon worked its way clean out of my mouth The townsfolk sharpen their pitchfork Just to chase me out of town I never get why my career couldn't start and stick around I never understand when people actually like my songs I never understand why we all just play along There's a deity and a chimpanzee waging a war in me Little do they know My ambivalence just took the back door My ambitions are pure Or purely cos it felt good But when it opens like a rosebud I'm the first to say it's God I still wake up with my soul sat like a crone on my oesophagus That didn't stop me though The verdict didn't change a thing The doctor says I'm 'probably fine' But I know sometimes I'm burning alive Ambitions pure Or purely cos I wanted to Or sometimes just to see what happens when I do Or sometimes just to test if the people who love me still would Oh, my history's drenched through like a whore I didn't have enough lives just to give myself to every one But find myself fumbling at this one Just for things to do And in creation like love or songs The noise reached a fever pitch and I couldn't stop it if I tried My parents are looking older I hate the fucking television But every screen's the same Bah bah goes the train I'm the centre of existence and I'm bound to the tube I live in the recesses my ego abides Man, it's as big as the moon Remember I told you Burn all my books literally the second that I die Burn all my books literally the second that I die This is all history is