Lyrics

Motion Picture
Verse 1

Mass destruction
Finger hovers the panic button
Prepare for the planet’s eruption
No time to have discussions
My minds made
I can’t see cleanin’ this mess up like a blind maid
I lie awake cry and pray for brighter days
But the sky is gray and rains giant grenades
Soul’s passed freezing he isolates
Kneeling at the highest gates
Ignored by angels
They can’t look past the horns below my halo
They see me through distorted angles
Diagnosed with all sorts of labels
Having breakdowns then staring in the mirror like “Of course I’m stable!”
With a pen in hand I wrote for Plato
Back to the laboratory
Rap until I overdose in a mansion before forty
This war’s gory
I got PTSD and horror stories

Hook 1

What do you want from me?
Why can’t you let me be?
What do you want from me?
I feel you always watching.

Verse 2

I don’t like to stand too close to the mirror
That’s when the foe appears
When I enter a room the presence changes like a ghost is near
I’m what the holy fears
We can exchange our past over tears
while driving down hell’s highway drinking road beers
If I have to spend any more years
Hearing voices I’m cutting off both ears
Possessed by this entity
Antonyms are blessed and heavenly
On the bright side we only get this flesh for a century
We live as if death is the enemy
But I’m not afraid of the afterlife and I don’t pretend to be
So stay quiet before I kidnap your only sister
And burn a whole in her skin leaving her with an open blister
Even with a clear mind I hear the foe whisper
So eat your popcorn pour the liquor
And enjoy the rest of the motion picture

Hook 2

What do you want from me?
I’m loosing all my sanity.
What do you want from me?
I’m better off dying.

Bridge

What happened to me?
A rotten apple fell off the tree of my family
The black sheep can’t sleep
His heart pounds like a stampede
Who let the horses loose

You can hear the rusty old screws
Rattling around the attic
I don’t wanna sound dramatic
But my soul is morbid blue
In the booth I left a corpse for you
Dead broke I can’t afford a noose
And my greed killed the golden goose
Now I’m sipping Captain Morgan booze
Skipping channels through the morning news
Blacked out before noon
You can’t tell me nothing when I’m drinking with the devil chugging
What the hell am I becoming
My mind suffocates
Blinded by the Pearly Gates
I’ll never witness God in this mental state

Hook 3

What do you want from me?
Maybe I’m the enemy.
What do you want from me?
What the hell am I becoming?