(Chorus) Up 'til sunrise like I stalk the dawn. (Repeat X4) (Verse 1) I can lie in silence for like nine hours and I get nothin. Sight is lined with the hinds of my eyelids, but, man, I'm still up. It's a curse for me. Nursery rhymes wouldn't work for me. Insomnia's not just a word for me Does my mind just like the rise of sun enough to fight my eyes when shut? 'cause I can just see fireworks. My nerves suddenly wire up. I'm sick and tired of what I'm sick and tired from. A lack of sleep is actually a battle between me and my mind, but I am my mind. Umm.. (Chorus) Up 'til sunrise like I stalk the dawn. (Repeat X4) (Verse 2) I stalk the dawn, sit with binoculars, across the lawn, waiting for the risin' sun to kill the dark so I can summon sleep 'cause see, for me, it's not an easy thing to sleep and dream. In the night, it's vivid, bright. I'd sit and write, but, now, my mind has writer's block. Can't fight the clock. You're kiddin' right? No friend in night. My night's in shining armor just to flash my eyelids reddish. One must wonder if this restlessness will keep me up when death hits. An eternal insomniac; I'm Earth's unwilling tenant. (Chorus) Up 'til sunrise like I stalk the dawn. (Repeat X4) (Verse 3) Full of scary thoughts, I'm staring off to space; my face is weary. God, I'm still not asleep. My mind just likes to day dream, or night dream while awake. My soul you take, before day's breaking. That's how I pray for sleep, or death. My soul you take for keeps. Can't die before I wake if sleep won't come. I'm forced to lay.. I lay me down to sleep, but sleep won't come. I count the sheep. Okay, a thousand. Please, just grant me, now, eight hour's peace ..somewhere I'm out of reach with no loud noise, so sound's asleep. (Chorus) Up 'til sunrise like I stalk the dawn. (Repeat X5)

(Verse 1) I still have the time to equip a quip, and knock the teeth out of all the mouths that give me lip. I don't have the bowel power to give a shit. I'll melt minds worse than untreated syphilis. In a bit, I'll do a little song for everybody who keeps beggin' for an encore. Come on, baby. We should all get on the dance floor, and keep dancing 'cause the show will be on for. ever ever 'cause I'm never gonna stop. I hate looks, soda (so don't) stare at me like popeye. Pop, I have no meaning in this song. I got a mainstream song. I went pop. I, um, I don't know what to say, right? Ironic is a fuckin' rapper with stage fright. Dang, I should explain myself. I should take my belt and hang myself. I'm just fuckin around. I went so fuckin' hard that I'm tuckerin' out, but I'm lovin' the sound of my own fuckin' voice on the bass as it pounds like childhook obesity, like my gloves when I beat a beat, See? Metaphors are easy. I jumped on your girl and got the back, bro. King me. Check the checker metaphor. I'm the one to best the best. and better more. I. write fire like my pen set the torch. Come at me and get your fuckin head met with swords. I'm.. on top like a dominatrix. When I go hard, it gets your momma naked.. umm.. but I'm the one who made this. Tryna stop me is like tryna stop the matrix. Hey, bitch, I'm not rude. I'm a gentleman. Don't try to argue that's the end of it. I'll rip your face off: Travolta and Nicholas.. Cage; Now you're re.semblin' the slenderman. (Bridge) Is this how I make a pop hit? Spit brutal just by turning off my conscience? Their rhymes suck, but They're just tryin' to get some air-time, BUT (1:20) (Chorus) There may be turbulence if you try to fuck with this plain-old German kid. You heard of him murderin' rhymes and never givin' a fuck like virgin dicks. Courageous when writin' ideas down. Creatin' poetry out of worthless pens. Your world will spin and swirl a bit. There's perfect sense lurkin' in every word he spits. (Verse 2) Taco Bell saw your application, had to pass that. Can't get a job there 'cause you can't rap. Don't give up that easy. Oh hell, you could probably go on tacos 'cause you fold well, but you were not chose like del grande. That was fuckin' corny. I'm not even gonna rhyme with that shit. No more punchlines about nachos now. Food fight, when there's nothin' left to taco bout. Fuck. I just did it again. Got lazy with the pen and scribbled it in. (Bridge) Is this how I make a pop hit? Spit brutal just by turning off my conscience? Their rhymes suck, but They're just tryin' to get some air-time, BUT (Chorus) There may be turbulence if you try to fuck with this plain-old German kid. You heard of him murderin' rhymes and never givin' a fuck like virgin dicks. Courageous when Writin' ideas down. Creatin' poetry out of worthless pens. Your world will spin and swirl a bit there's perfect sense lurkin' in every word he spits. OW!

(Chorus) What do you see when you look at me; What do you see. Tell me do you see what I see when you look at me (Verse 1) I see what you see when you look at me. I'm your stone that you throw in the open sea. I'm the shadow in the background of some broken dream. I'm the anchor for the anger that you throw at me. What do I even see in my own self? The sorrow I contain on a bright orange shelf that I painted up just to coat self-loathing and cold in my soul, but it don't help coat me. Why do I even write with this worthless pen? When people need the evil of a verse unkempt. I've died in my mind that's what hurts my head. But I seem to thrive in this perfect death. I feel like I'm in hell but I don't feel the heat. But I can seem at ease from from the side that you see. What you see on the outside is not really me. but water can look shallow when the clearest part is deep. Life is like a puzzle, but I don't wanna solve it. And everybody leaves me when the puzzle's at it's hardest I want some type of liquid for emotions to dissolve in but take a drink and then you get reliant on the solvent. Pardon me please if I'm silent or rude. My soul's gates are closed like my eyelids are glued. I try to fight it off, but I'm fighting the truth. Even beauty brings sorrow; that's why violets are blue. (Chorus) (Verse 2) IInborn's back and he's here to stay he left cold blooded now he's back with flames and so you ask who am i ? probably thinkin' im just another statistic, right ? just another kid who sits up everyday and night and curses and blurts and he spews all these words with no meaning behind them, just as long as they rhyme ? Well no! You never take time to listen you create a false image 'cause your trynna fit in be careful of the friends your pickin' 'cause some wont even have your back yo, its kinda sickenin' how the main stream artists get, played on the radio yet they're wack and lame think i lost all my skill 'cause i been gone for a minute? unless im lookin' in the mirror then i see no competition dont take it personally because it's strictly business im a hungry animal raw, vicious, and wicked my rhymes will leave you with a cut and when it scabs up imma be there and imma constantly pick it but imma just pull up my sleeves i can see the truth i dont care what you see outta me so look at yourself and tell me who you see do you see a fake or is it the real thing ? (Chorus)

(Intro) (Swetz) Alright, alright, alright, for those of you who don't understand satire, please skip to the next song. Go ahead I'll wait. Are you gone? OKAY, ROLL THE TAPE! (Konscience) Warning: The following song has been dumbed-down significantly.. As a matter of fact, I don't think I put ANY thought at all into these lyrics Just go hard over a hard beat I guess. Here we go. (Konscience) Yo, I'm the type to break your fuckin face in with a baseball bat. Intoxicating rhythm: I already got a case of that. Drop the clip, what happens when I spray the gat? Come here, pussy; My heater wants to spay some cats. I'm your favorite rapper, now. I don't have a doubt. Listen bitch, I'm lashin out with an accent now. Tell me what the fuck is this? Two faggots rubbin sticks. Bring that shit here, faggot, I'll drop to knees and SUCK YOUR DICK! (Chip) Wait, what the fuck? That's gay as hell. (Konscience) My bad, man. I didn't write that, I swear. Lemme try again (Chip) Alright, man, go ahead. (Konscience) Alright. (clears throat)(accented a bit) I'm a bit psychotic with a gun in hand. Click clack. Keep runnin, man Get back. Where's the fun in that? Suck nuts 'til I numb the sack I won't stop 'til you cum in a- (Chip) What the fuck (Konscience) What? (Chip) Stop the beat. What the fuck, man? Dude, what the fuck? That's not what I meant. I said go mainstream, not gaystream. (Konscience) [indecipherable gibberish] (Chip) No, shut- just shut the fuck up. Change beat and let's do shit again. This sucks. Let's go. (Konscience) Alright, sorry. (Chip) Get the fuck outta here.

(Chorus) They don't really listen to the words. (Repeat X4) They don't listen to the words Listen to the words Don't listen to the words. (Verse 1) Better become better with cleverness. Learn to tame the letters and tether them forever. Put effort in. I'll never make a record with messages that tremble in the presence of reverence, nor bash you for religion. but no one ever listens to the words, eh? forget what the words say only care for rhythm when the verse plays. ..Kinda like a metronome. Move to the groove on your syllabic steppin stones. Why would I work on wordplay? turn bass up til the rumble crumbles your brain. curtain close. Sit down, brother, because your lame. First name? (Konscience) Pass the mic off to this German. .. I forgot to say my surname. SnS the label that will kill you on your birthday. Who bore you in the first place? Ignorance is bliss, and overthinking is the worst pain. [pause beat] (System shutting down) Where'd the beat go? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not fucking done. [mouse clicking] fucking piece of shit computer.. [beat starts up] There we go. Underground problems. [Spit] I'm an insomniac officer; don't get mad when I resist arrest. Sista rest! Nestle up with stories that I writ for death. I'm a ghost writer. I'm a hot head. Girl, you lookin pretty gorgeous. Fuckin drop dead. Fuck with Konscience. His rhymes will tend to make you fuckin nautious, and give you fuckin seizures in the middle of a moshpit! (bwe-e-e-e-e)You soundin like a motorboat. plus, the way you foam and choke is lookin like an overdose. Just sayin (Chorus) (Verse 2) Is this thing even on? mic check. Is this thing even on my dick? Man that bitch is crazy as fuck yea, I guess but that magic ass is talking to me, like shrek. You can't touch what you can't see me and you can't see me so just sit if you can't stand me In the past he was trashy now he's getting nasty like two girls one cup call it chocolate ass cream Flashy Like 5 0 lights my pen gets a spark when this pyro writes. Pointless song, still I'm so tight. Tighter than a motha fuckin tight rope, right? A psycho right but I know this psycho might blow like dynomite. Crank these tunes right here and damage your ears like when tyson fights (Don't chew on that, Mikey) Why am I a lyricist? Writing all these words, but the listeners ain't hearin it ..They'd rather I spit clever, not serious like I'm a grammar nazi cuz I hate missed periods. Fuck, now I gotta mirror this image of a gimmick. I'm just gonna stay clear of it. I just wanna be me and make a career of it, or try til I die like a die-hard tryhard! My God, I'm done dumbin shit like white blondes. puttin thought in my songs. No one cares so why bo- ther? No one can apply thought Now, here's the problem quite solved: I'ma turn my mic off. well.. one more chorus (Chorus)

(Verse 1) If I get too close to anyone, then I'ma end up messin up. Stressin sucks. I'm sorry that I'm always so depressing. Fuck, I can't be happy because happiness is sappy. I'm not good with my emotions, and I don't know how to show em. At least, not the way you want me to. I'm not the guy you want me to. be. I'm me, and I'm not perfect. Ain't that fucking true? An introvert. I've turned myself inside turned my eyes to the internal, so I had somewhere to hide in the crowded world. My only friend is me, and he hates me. That's the part that really gets to me. Especially, when I'm lost in thought, I'm stuck just him and me, and he tells me all my flaws: Every single sin. It seems we will never get along. See, I don't hate myself; I hate the part of me that hates myself. the heart of me that breaks itself. or others break. Fuck it, I'm stuck inside my head, and I'm not sure whether the people there want me alive or dead. (1:10) (Chorus) I'm my best friend. I'm my worst enemy. I'm my conscience. I'm regret: the end of me. (1:35) (Verse 2) Confidence is key. That's why I'm stuck within my thoughts. I'm too busy fighting my demons to try to pick the lock. They always win. They hide for a little, then come back harder than before, and it's always when I'm startin for the door. So, I can wallow in my poor esteem and swallow anymore. I don't got a lot of dreams that I can follow anymore. It's a cockamamy sport for me to try to break my curse. I think I'm just unlovable, or I was made to hurt. and, if either one is true, I don't wish that onto you. I just wish my sorrow helps you see that others feel it too, and, if others feel it too, then you can color in the room. You're trapped inside your mind, but, now, it isn't black and white. You gotta. look past the pain and past mistakes and graduate to Saturday cause, when the week ends, we're weakened. The demons crashed the plane. Theyre in your head, and you need to get 'em out. Have confidence, my friend, because the demons feed on doubt. (Chorus) (X2) (Outro) You control your destiny. D-Destiny. Y-Y-Y-You control your destiny. De-d-de-d You control your destiny. D-Destiny. Destiny, and I will fight with what is left of me (X2)

(Verse 1) What happened to the way we were? Crazed in love; now, we're out, and it's crazier. You went and changed who you were, and it's tough .to not knOW.. where to find the girl that I loved. What. do I do now? Who are you now? Maybe I should move on to a new town with a new start, a new heart 'cause you broke mine. Break our ties; place my eye where new hope lies. Then, I think of your face, and I know that I can't leave love. I look into your eyes and deep into your soul, and the pain in your heart seems to numb mine. (Chorus) And I start to hate my eyes when I see the sorrow written on your face! You say that you are fine, but I know that you're losing your grace. (Verse 2) Roses are red; violets are blue. Our hope is quite dead, and, by your silence, it's true. You give me feelings that no one else can, but Not all them are good when depression ensues. Suit-able name. If I crawl back now and jump for the Sky, I'ma fall back down. I'm a lost, sad clown with a lost-track style. All I do is music; there's no fall back now. I-miss your love, miss your face, miss your smile. I- miss the way that you were. Now, your smile's wiped, ..and I wonder if it's my fault, or if your grace was chained up to a time bomb. (Chorus) And I start to hate my eyes when I see the sorrow written on your face! You say that you are fine, but I know that you're losing your grace. Your smile's not the same, and your eye's suggest a deeply hidden pain! You say that you are fine, but I know that you're losing your grace. (Verse 3) She took my base away, and I'm slave to her. She has amazing grace that's why she takes my heart, but her grace is fading; Sweet sound breaks apart. So, she just fades away, while I'm still chasin' her. And I start to hate my eyes when I see the sorrow written on her face. She says that she is fine, but I know that she's losing her grace. Her smile's not the same, and her eye's suggest a deeply hidden pain. She says that she is fine, but I know that she's losing her grace. (Chorus) And I start to hate my eyes when I see the sorrow written on your face! You say that you are fine, but I know that you're losing your grace. Your smile's not the same, and your eye's suggest a deeply hidden pain! You say that you are fine, but I know that you're losing your grace. (Repeat) (Outro) What happened to the way we were? Crazed in love; now, we're out, and it's crazier. You went and changed who you were, and it's tough To not know where to find the girl that I.. loved.

(0:25) (Verse 1) I wish you could see you how I do, [trick!] At least, you would be suicidal, [trick!] You seem to-a be super psycho, [trick!] thinkin you could beat me at my own [trick!] Who the hell. would even like you, [trick!] A forced penpal wouldn't write you, [trick!] You're. A waste of time, you [trick!] I'm just gonna write you a haiku, [trick!] I hate you. If you. were a file in my life, I'd delete you fast. and that's the end of that. I'm so tempted to pull the plug. and end this track, but I think I'd rather pull the plug that ends your ass. I'll smack you, bitch. I'll fuck your ass right after you take laxatives, so, when I say "I'll fuck your shit up," it's accurate. Actually, man, I'ma pacifist. Wait, I mean I'll pass a fist to your fuckin face straight-faster than Randy Savage did, or, wait, I can torture 'til your vocal cords break, or force feed you 'til your bones get crushed by your weight. 'nough with the horseplay. I just like the foreplay, not sexually. I mean the 'fore' before I destroy your brain (Chorus) (Verse 2) [Verse 2: Komatose] (Subnormal Sound, uh) Attention all musical artists, I am the hardest Like my dick erect and incased in a full suit of armor I cannot wait for your shitty mixtape That disgrace of expressionism to show its face You ask me for better examples of music, I swear to you on Kriz's grave off the bat I can list 8 Real pimping, I off the bat in his cave I'll strangle you with my extension cords and wrist chains In SnS and I'm reppin' myself Sinister threat, ask your reverends they tell Stories of us in the bible as well Because it is I who was sentenced to hell, first Yes I write that down in the comment section I'll be honest, I hate all you men and I the Goliath, eating mild sauce with gingers And the [Bleeped out because you guys don't understand satire] They with me, that's my crew We don't give a fuck, it's do or die, dude Suicide jump with my suicide shoes On, if I'm in the wrong is it you or I screwed? (Chorus) (Verse 3) I wish you could see you how I do, [trick!] At least, you would be suicidal, [trick!] You seem to-a be super psycho, [trick!] thinkin you could beat me at my own [trick!] Who the hell. would even like you, [trick!] A forced penpal wouldn't write you, [trick!] You're. A waste of time, you [trick!] I'm just gonna write you a haiku, [trick!] Wait, I think I said that part. Motha' fucka', I'ma rip your head apart. Can't. resist a met.a.phor, but JT just won't sing when you're dead and gone. And, oh, I've been drivin' down this road too long. I'm just surprised that the fire I set didn't set off any smoke alarms. Guess you're just a distant person, or I'm just sinista-er then. All I know is I really wanna slip you a "gift" in German. If you don't get that, you should just translate the word. I'll break the first commandment just to be the one that takes your worth.less life. That's murder right? Oh well, I'll blow you up like birds and rice. I heard your cries, but don't be worried, man; I wouldn't hurt a fly. (laughter) but you're not a fly. I'ma make you wanna pray to God tonight. Why you keep screamin'; that is not polite. I just wanna see red like the top of a stoplight!

(Chorus) Every album out has a filler song. Ere-Ere-Every album out has a filler song. It's the.. era era of the filler song Filled with enough repetitious rhythm to just kill them all. Kill them all. (Verse 1) Rap's not dead, But it might as well be. Tell me: How the hell else can I get wealthy? Like the wicked witch, I'm so hot I'm melting. of course it's corny I'm just doing what you tell me And I. can grab a pad and then smash a track in the lab. but I'm the truest fan that Konscience could ever have Environmental-friendly? What kind of whack shit is that? Tell me to Go green, bitch I'll crack the planet in half. (I hate my job) Is that the way you want it? Lazy lyrics, syllables must be square like a Punnett. Hunny? What you mean that you got a bun in the oven? Fourth and twenty hundred I'll grab your stomach and punt it. Fuck it. (Chorus) Every album out has a filler song. Ere-Ere-Every album out has a filler song. It's the.. era era of the filler song Filled with enough repetitious rhythm to just kill them all. Kill them all. (Hook) Repeat, Repeat, Repeat.. Repeat that hook right now. Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat redundant hook right now. (Repeat X5) (Chorus) Every album out has a filler song. Ere-Ere-Every album out has a filler song. It's the.. era era of the filler song Filled with enough repetitious rhythm to just kill them all. Kill them all. (Verse 2) I-I don't know how to go dumb. My words still top yours, though I wrote none. When I rap, man, I just try to go nun: Meaning, when I'm workin', I am givin' no fucks. Is Waka Flocka a war vet? A grown man screamin' out his lungs sayin, "Look, ma, no hands!" Alright, pick it up. Please, give the gimmick up. Everybody knows that you're a little nuts. Excuse me, little nuts? Homie, I got more nuts than little squirrels be diggin' up. Listen up: I really care about you. Syke, kid. Fuck you think? I like you? Give it up. (Chorus) Every album out has a filler song. Ere-Ere-Every album out has a filler song. It's the.. era era of the filler song Filled with enough repetitious rhythm to just kill them all. Kill them all. (Hook) Repeat, Repeat, Repeat.. Repeat that hook right now. Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat redundant hook right now. (Repeat X4) (3:10) (Verse 3) Man, I'm on top, so no one's beatin' me. Obese Jamaicans: Yeah, I'll never see da feet. I guess I dumbed down. Tryin' to be like all of you. The Only thing I'm missin is a little bit of autotune. Check my vocal approach; it doesn't match the words. Serious beat; why. am I attacking verbs? I'm on the wrong beat; why didn't the outcome change? They don't listen to the words, kid, check the album name. (Hook) Repeat, Repeat, Repeat.. Repeat that hook right now. Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat redundant hook right now. (Repeat)

Some day we'll all be a memory. Today, we all create recipes, and you can make it sweet or you can make it bitter. Really, who would want to be considered bitter when remembered? So, you gotta live your life unprejudiced and joyfully Yeah, money can be fun, but it is not a buoyancy. You'll drown deep in your sorrows, and, when you wind up dead, no one else will care because you pushed away your friends, and pushed away your family, and everyone who cared couldn't stand the taste of the bitter dish you prepared. and love... Love can be real funny who you loved.. only wanted money. Some day we'll all be a memory. Today, we all live defensively, but what are we defending when we haven't got a name? We're hiding in the shadows, and we hang our heads in shame. How can we be remembered if we live but for ourself? Creating our own Heaven, watching others in their Hell. Some day we'll all be a memory. Some day.. When will that day come? Some day.. 'cause I have had enough. 'cause humans are too selfish. 'cause humans are too dumb. I guess we are just human. Well, God, let your kingdom come. Some day, we'll all be a memory.

(Verse 1) He was the. perfect man.. a gentleman really and very scholarly.. How did he end up at this building? Unemployment made him homeless. Just a ditch and some clothes He had to get some food to live, but the Soup Kitchens were closed. He tried the basics: A sign and a can , but, after weeks of beggin, didn't get a dime in his hand. Applied for aid way back, they must've ignored it I guess compared to other people he just wasn't important How did he even get here in the first place? He was Fired from his job for calling off on his birthday. No one was employing, so he had to leave his home just to pay for education. There's no help. He's alone. He still couldn't foot the bill. The college gave him the boot Ignored his situation and basically bankrupt him, too, ..No parents to help an orphan at birth made him a nomad. He's independent so he took it into his own hands (Chorus) Welcome To America (X8) Just another story. (Verse 2) No food can make you crazy: maybe that's why he's so angry, taking anger out on strangers now, and taking all their change. He's changing places every day because they chase him every day. He steals because he has to. Money reigns us today, and turns the pure into the wicked. The cure isn't in prison. Just concentrate the criminals: I'm sure that will fix it. Nah, it just made him worse, and made him take a dangerous turn down a path. He found a man that stated ways to make it work He knew his life and weakness. saw through his mind and breached it. Said he knew what he needed. Our gentle man believed him. There is no happy ending. The two men planned a deadly.. bank robbery that, honestly, hadn't a chance of ending.. badly. It was a success, but, as for sharin' the money, the other man murdered our characta'. He lost his characta' because the system is unfair, but uh.. well.. I guess.. welcome to America. (Chorus) Welcome To America (X8) Just another story.

(Verse 1) You're the type of guy that will never take shots I'm a type 95 firin 7 8 watch this As Konscience will put coal in your stockings For being good. Morality's a whole lotta nonsense I was born a mess more or less but be warned of this: Put the stick away; you get a swarm you test the hornets nest. Call me insane but I blame it on the birth defects And don't start a beef or I'll show you something worse than death. Your words sting right through me just like your spewin bees But the bark is worse than the bite like I'm chewin trees Plus I ain't allergic so this bee is just a nuisance. Got a new sense of morality, still tied up the noose and said "Kick the stool" like a foot up the ass Stood up and clapped Man I put the hood in the rat. Snitch. Oh ima bitch, ay? But kinda like rick James I'm a super freak. Just to entertain I spit flames, (Chorus) My muse is like the devil It sent it's double to trouble you. Unleashed beyond the rubble Of hell and I've come to summon you To bring you the indefinite torture The Devil Dwells in too. He might just be the fellow So gentle that you say hello to. (Repeat X2) (Verse 2) But I'm not a side event. Your crew'll be mutilated like those midgets in the lions den. In the stories I invent, There are no happy endings, only slaughterfests with violent ends. When I hit a track, you know ima take care of it. I'm stacking ammo like an obsessive compulsive terrorist. I tear at them Get Personal like narratives I'm sharing wit in feral hits, And I. Will not. stop until they're scared to piss Who is Konscience anyway? A new bin laden shootin bombs, spewin nonsense everyday FBI is watchin me. Thinking ima blow up so they handle me cautiously. Illuminati hates me for ideas I'm Fostering, and, Honestly, I feel a tension building inside of me. Demonic breach, but I gotta fight it subconsciously. They're stoppin me. This voice is now ours to speak. (Chorus) My muse is like the devil It sent it's double to trouble you. Unleashed beyond the rubble Of hell and I've come to summon you To bring you the indefinite torture The Devil Dwells in too. He might just be the fellow So gentle that you say hello to. (X5)

(Chorus) (0:24) Mirror mirror on the wall So many mirrors on the wall. I grab you and stab you and take your blood and smear it on the wall. This fun house isn't fun now Put the gun down. I can hear you down the hall. Scream all you want, kid. Why you runnin? I got somethin to make you calm. (Verse 1) Hush little baby don't you cry Maybe I can sing you a lullaby then again.. Maybe I like to hear the sound when a baby cries. .You beg when I raise the knife. Prolly should've known you weren't safe tonight. Camera's shaky. You should stabilize like that doctor said to me. I'm a crazy guy. Thump! Thump! I can see you through the floorboard. Can't hide in a worn, torn corridor. ..You're prey tonight. Better pray tonight. Scratch that, motha' fucka' Better forewarn your Lord. .. How long can you run? Fifty stab wounds, but it's all in good fun. You bleed so much. I could prolly even write a fuckin' song with your blood! (Chorus) Mirror mirror on the wall So many mirrors on the wall. I grab you and stab you and take your blood and smear it on the wall. This fun house isn't fun now Put the gun down. I can hear you down the hall. Scream all you want, kid. Why you runnin? I got somethin to make you calm. (Repeat X2) (Verse 2) (Shh) Hush little baby don't you cry. Maybe I can sing you a lullaby. then again... maybe I will stab repeatedly 'til I dull the knife. Things are lookin pretty dull tonight. ..Hey, Fray, can you save a life? ..JK. I'ma take this knife, and stab into your back 'til I break ya' spine. .. Eyes are the gates; Enter into mine; take a ride to the flames. If you try to escape, Satan will arrive; wait, that's my fuckin' name. Let's make silence a game. Please don't make a sound while you're writhing in pain. (shhh... [FUUUUCK] *snap*) I can torture, torture. Take her dead body to the back and torch her. Force her lover to watch as he's summonin' God to help him, but this Hell is helpless. You fell in-to the dungeons of a felon hell-bent on maximazing damage. Disattach your limbs; I'ma show you fuckers what a savage is. (YA) (Chorus) Mirror mirror on the wall So many mirrors on the wall. I grab you and stab you and take your blood and smear it on the wall. This fun house isn't fun now Put the gun down. I can hear you down the hall. Scream all you want, kid. Why you runnin? I got somethin to make you calm. (Repeat X4) (3:25) (Outro) Hush little baby don't you cry; maybe, I can sing you a lullaby. Mirror mirror on the wall; so many mirrors on the wall. Hush little baby don't you cry; maybe, I can sing you a lullaby. I can torture, torture; take her dead body to the back and torch her. Mirror mirror on the wall So many mirrors on the wall. I grab you and stab you and take your blood and smear it on the wall. This fun house isn't fun now Put the gun down. I can hear you down the hall. Scream all you want, kid. Why you runnin? I got somethin to make you. calm.

(Intro) Take a trip to dreamland. Take a trip to dreamland. Take a trip to dreamland, and you'll see that... (Verse 1) This land is free of demons that provoke the conscious mind, waiting patiently until the day your conscience dies. When that day comes, they come, but sleep keeps minds alive and breeds the dreams that make you want to bring them all to life. In dreamland, peace can actually exist, and we can be hap- py and live in bliss. No leash, man. Free as America promised. Exclusively in Dreamland! Let's fall asleep, so we can see the things we wish to see and find the things we want. Nothing real can limit dreams. Your mind controls the plot. Crazy-vivid imagery your eyes could never watch. Though, time is still your enemy; your mind abides to clocks, but please don't watch the clock, or you'll be forced to stalk the dawn, lie awake all night, and be attacked by thoughts and all. You know you need to fall asleep, but stress will block it off, enforce the mental prison you're encased in wall to wall. (Chorus) (Take a trip to) Go to sleep and dream. (Take a trip to) Go to sleep and dream. (Take a trip to) Go to sleep and dream. (Take a trip to) (dreamland) Go to sleep. (Take a trip to) When you close your eyes you see that (Take a trip to) nothing is as scary as it seems (Take a trip to) when you're awake. So, go to (Take a trip to) sleep and take your trip to dreamland. (dreamland) Take a trip to dreamland. Take a trip to dreamland. Take a trip to dreamland, and you'll see that... (1:22) (Verse 2) This land is free of pain. In fact, the only world where pain is at is where we're at right now. I wonder how we 'came okay with that. With anger and depression, our sentence to Earth is harsh and cruel. We're armed to lose. Don't laugh 'cause you're a target too. The hardest thing is dealing with desires that we can't acquire. We're tantalized 'cause humans all romanticize. The future seems so bright, but the present's always bleak. That's why we are so eager when it's nighttime. Only sleep can beat that thing that always brings back doubt, blocks our goals, and makes impossible our dreams, man. The human mind is held back by a leash that can only be released when you're asleep and go to dreamland. (Chorus) (Take a trip to) Go to sleep and dream. (Take a trip to) Go to sleep and dream. (Take a trip to) Go to sleep and dream. (Take a trip to) Go to sleep and dream. (dreamland) Go to sleep. (Take a trip to) When you close your eyes you see that (Take a trip to) nothing is as scary as it seems (Take a trip to) when you're awake. So, go to (Take a trip to) sleep and take your trip to dreamland. (dreamland) Take a trip to dreamland. Take a trip to dreamland. Take a trip to dreamland, and you'll see that.. (2:30) (Verse 3) This land is free of fear and doubt. I know that you are weary now. It seems that life is merely bouts and battles between sleep and rouse from sleep and into consciousness. A demon's taunt will stop the bliss. An angel's touch from dream's will bring the demon reign's abolishment. See, all of it's internal strife, and life's lesson is learn to lie 'cause people in this world will only like you as a prototype. That's why I lie in bed all day 'cause I refuse to lie to be a puppet in the play of life. A player in the silencing. .. The silencing of truth. .. The silencing of you. ..This violent scene is proof, but, when I close my eyes, it can exist no more, so eyelids [are] glued. (Chorus) (Take a trip to) Go to sleep and dream. (Take a trip to) Go to sleep and dream. (Take a trip to) Go to sleep and dream. (Take a trip to) Go to sleep and dream. (dreamland) Go to sleep. (Take a trip to) When you close your eyes you see that (Take a trip to) nothing is as scary as it seems (Take a trip to) when you're awake. So, go to (Take a trip to) sleep and take your trip to dreamland. (dreamland) (Repeat) Take a trip to dreamland. Take a trip to dreamland. Take a trip to dreamland. (Maybe cut off beat) Go to sleep, friend.