Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.

I like your spots I like your dots The things that make you different You’re not like them Pure specimen

Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

You told me that we’d meet halfway I’m not sure what that means ‘Cause ev’rything I need in life Is what I’ve had to be My loved ones threw me to the wolv…

I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece

I gave a shit But you didn’t Next time around You’ll be the clown

Really want to ask you out ‘Cause I feel a special bout Of the things we dream about Discipline and love devout

I don’t know what, quite, will unf… I only see silver and gold That’s all I need to tightly hold Onto this dream of getting old

If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…

You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution

I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think

I am a primal beast, at best That needs to smell your sweet ess… It’s not enough when you’re outsid… I need your stank within my life

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi