Jagged jigsaw pieces spillin' off my table,
Notice how they land to read the daily fable,
'Cause the days are always underwhelming,
Even when the evening goes exactly how I'd hoped.
Yeah, I'm dusting off the Ouija board to call the Holy Ghost,
Skip the typic pleasantries, go right for the throat,
"If you're gonna waste my time,
Then don't be so damn surprised
When I drop you like a rotten pomegranate to the grime."
She said, "Forget about the past,
Eat the future like it's candy.
The days are made of glass,
So a hammer comes in handy.
Just carve another mask,
Add it to the stack,
Burn the book and finger paint your portrait in the ashes."
Blank page starin' like some alabaster eye,
With my words, I work to form the pupil and the iris.
I'm diggin' demons out from my brains, from my veins,
Or are they angels? Man, they both look the same.
Yeah, I'm clearin' out the cobwebs and unfastening this grudge,
Layin' out my skeletons for anyone to judge,
Or maybe I'll just prop 'em up, disguise 'em with a rhyme,
Make 'em dance and sing while I collect a pretty dime.
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