Big Bang

Big bang, I read in some article
I'm a disarray of brainwaves and subatomic particles
And today I'm living like an animal
Slaving away on a chain just like a criminal
Subliminal message aggressive vegetative state
Well you can be in the right mind and shine in the wrong place
All the hands I was shaking and all the shit I've been taking
It's like I'm bluffing and faking and hating every day
So now I'm packing my boxes and rocking out in the street
And like a farmer at the doctor I'm a drop a sick beat

You know what its like when your mind goes on strike
and life may as well pass you by
And routines form circles that started as hurdles
and turn into zeros you're leaving behind
We all try to write the biography we'd like to read and believe is
Real life and not just some fantasy sci fi you watch on tv

This is what we've got whoa is it good enough?
This is what we've got whoa is it good enough?
This is what we've got whoa is it good enough
For you?

I face the morning in the noose of a neck tie
Wearing the white collar, telling the white lies
Alarm clock, rocking buzzing and screaming
And taking me away from the freedom of dreaming
Floating through the air with the greatest of ease
I got imagination engine and wings made of sheets
Like Icarus I
Am flying too high
And getting to close to sun
The wings on my back
Are burning at last
And now I'm gonna crash into a life that I own
I'd given up on love
And it ain't no crime
I'd given up on love
You came at just the right time
So now I'm thanking my sources while the microphone's hot
Like a Ying Yang twin I'm gonna beat this box

This is what we've got whoa is it good enough?
This is what we've got whoa is it good enough?
This is what we've got whoa is it good enough
For you?

All the people I know well they call me a stranger
The things I don't learn I can never forget
And I always feel safe when there's imminent danger
The greater your fate when you got no regrets
This dimension you're censoring tension considering
eggshells are blistering cutting your feet
Have I got your attention if so I should mention
the instrumentation of rocking a beat

Well in my head, there's just one girl with so many faces around this world
She gets me goods, she got me right
So lemme take a second to mention what she's like:

She's one heartbreaking drug addict
Music television wannabe fanatic
(beat) She's on my level but her frequency's static
Running through the circuit working traffic
Got tats all over her body
Not the kind of girl you wanna show your mommy
Blowing rings of smoke while drinking
Set on fire battleship sinking
She taking off on a project runway
Sleeping through church on every Sunday
Beats Johnny and the devil on fiddle
Squeezing her tooth paste tube in the middle
Like a t-shirt, wears me out
Even though I know it she will bring me down

This is what we've got whoa is it good enough?
This is what we've got whoa is it good enough?
This is what we've got whoa is it good enough
For you?

So take your love and pack it up and send it care of me
So take your love and pack it up and send it care of me
So take your love and pack it up and send it care of me
Ad nauseum