by _Steven_ » Apr 14th, '11, 02:25 
			
			Here's to the misanthrope, or shall I say misunderstood
We'll never be a part of the herd, and then I knock on wood
I probably should start livin what I preach
My mouth writin checks, then I'm forgin the receipts
I'm cortisone to beats but an orphan on the street
Epitome of lazy, trade my organs for some heat
Plus I'm sort of incomplete, still travellin that Yellow Brick
An empty chest, and nothin left, a callow prick
A shallow stick in the mud? I'm just the cynical one
Live on the run from all the typical scum
All this shit that I've done, everything left to do for you
Has me hatin your religion and tearin down the crucibles
I want a viking's funeral, never to be seen again
The smoke rings catchin all the dreams I'll never be within
I'm just a sinkin ship, set the course for Davy Jones
These waves expose, grey bones that braved the pain alone
The kid who stayed at home, but wasn't born a recluse
Whose thoughts were sort of obtuse, more towards the roof
Made a fortress out a booth, and he never left the premises
Forgot his origin, roots, and his hellish genisis
Suppressed his sentiments, sent a ghost in his place
Into the real world, emotions never showed on his face
			
Put the earphones on and made the bitch Def Jam