Not only is it unfair, but I'm not having fun here

Sick of exchanging my deepest thoughts with your dumb stare

Times of my anguish, lie in my basement

Lights off, trying to recite rhymes in sign language

I'm anxiously pacing this room, standing obsolete

My hands are locked in grief, even my shadow's mocking me

Drink half the potion, wings snatched in motion

Manufactured hearts and shrink-wrapped emotions

I have to leave this place, it's evil how

The people who tend to speak the loudest always have the least to say

I am Jack's smirking revenge

I am pieces of Jack now wondering

Why paraffin never worked for me then

Conversing with pens, complaining to myself about myself

About complaining to myself about myself and so on

The roll on I'm blasted with is the same cycle I'm trapped in

Getting sliced up by the same insane psycho I laughed at

I guess in many ways, emceeing is the art of

Wasting one's life complaining about it 'til it falls crushed

From lower middle class to middle class

To skipping class to spitting raps

To scribbling facts to build this track before my heart busts

If I ever reach the dream, I'll let it echo

Repeat the scene and let it echo

If I ever need to leave, I'll let it echo

Please believe, I'll let it echo

If I ever meet defeat, I'll let it echo

Delete the scene and let it echo

If I ever cease to breathe, I'll let it echo

Release the scream and let it echo

I am no longer a scarecrow in a field of happy faces

But I must admit I love the rusted fist I ran away with

Passed my days counting pieces of my former mood

Giving pointers to the Roman guards

That they're sending in to torture you

Looked for what's hidden and stood reminiscing

All the times I nodded at you like I understood when I didn't

And I would not even want to stop breathing

But I can't stand the glass room that you all have locked me in

Stop it, I can't dude, you dropped it, I had to

I want a clean shot like getting popped in the bathroom

I'm mocked by these damn Joes, no offered rest stops

Flowing with the energy that throws off your head bops

Confused? I will not sell style for commission

When in my day I'm already twelve hours in prison

It's like that

If I ever reach the dream, I'll let it echo

Repeat the scene and let it echo

If I ever need to leave, I'll let it echo

Please believe, I'll let it echo

If I ever meet defeat, I'll let it echo

Delete the scene and let it echo

If I ever cease to breathe, I'll let it echo

Release the scream and let it echo

She's so hard to get attention from, he let his tension run

Loose in a ring to fight with his flaws and his resentment won

Self-hate is the aftermath, partly 'cause his pedigree

And partly 'cause he'll never be the man that she would rather have

Invisible monster, innocent militant feeling his

Heart thump in his neck while her neglect's ripping his ligaments

He's sick of the show front, the whole public as rogue judges

Know nothing, won't budge, she don't love him, so fuck it

Now he's on some suffocating protest of air pollution

Wears his prudence on his prosthetic passion to scare the humans

Impaired illusions, trying to convince himself that she don't exist

But he's too weak to smile, it's easier to moan and bitch

Maybe he'd rather just dwell in her firm grip

Maybe he's sick of talking about himself in third person

On the other hand, in this case the left one

I limp with a back full of blades and a handful of breadcrumbs

Crossed them, now I stand twerked

I wear my heart on my sleeve, but this

Summer's too hot to wear a damn shirt

Land hurt and fall victim

I know it'll take more than beats and

Words that rhyme to solve this one

If I ever reach the dream, I'll let it echo

Repeat the scene and let it echo

If I ever need to leave, I'll let it echo

Please believe, I'll let it echo

If I ever meet defeat, I'll let it echo

Delete the scene and let it echo

If I ever cease to breathe, I'll let it echo

Release the scream and let it echo