The ground isn't level but we can Still stand I'm out here empty handed Spill it spit it dye it red all I need now is a needle and a thread The books are stacked ceiling high Your last name is written on every spine If you spit on a pencil it won't erase ink Madness isn't foolish I don't care what you think I need distraction you need to focus Should I deliver you a more direct approach Is this enough is this a joke should I continue or make my way home Same pastor that had my parents married, Baptized me and had my grandparents buried In a jejune manor praying over the dead As if they haven't heard the best of it yet Quiet close to almost silent of course its grown to violence Yeah I refuse to answer run a little faster eat away my cancer don't Waste away in your own denial going down a spiral A weapon is a T.V. and question why you cannot sleep Salvation hatred infestation talk to Anti-machine cause you drank all the seven seas