brain trapped in the basin
body trapped in the basement
skull smashes the pavement
fear bashes my face in
i know it's had to cope with my past
i'm mr. antisocial sociopath with a soul full of wrath
the apple falls close to the tree? not a clue
my apple was robbed by serpents and crushed to molecules
i've accepted my role as the punching bag of able-bodied creatures
leaving with crippled features

i all (8x)
i all, the concept of my construction / prepare for my inevitable destruction (4x)

no matter what i do i can't get the advantage
while other humans gather loot, plan, and manage
the townsfolk can cause mayhem before they start leaving
but savan depaul is the one that's always bleeding
doesn't help me that my conversations make me suspect
socializing is an alien subject
the average nigga chats and whatnot with their team
i'm locked in the attic man and i'm bursting at the seams
i'm a loser man, so why don't you kill me?
but thanks to my blood spurts, your new shirts will be filthy
who said that life's a beautiful woman?
no
a statement truer
to me, that bitch was medusa
survival's the goal in this homicidal curriculum
i see hardships in life, i'm predicting em

i all (8x)
i all, the concept of my construction/prepare for my inevitable destruction (4x)

hanging in your house
the interplanetary vagabond stomping through this wasteland
formulating polyrhythms and shocking systems
dropping amoxicillin
i have no platinum plaques that i've got from chilling
you can't make me leave the human race
because i guarantee the angel of death will take my place

i all (16x)
i all, the concept of my construction/prepare for my inevitable destruction (4x)