The Principle of Doubt
Birthed deep within the Master's bowels
Shat across the cosmos, banished to this mudball
But I crave vengence, I'm not throwing in the towel
Well I said I'm sorry but you
slapped me back down
I'm just a Sunday morning turd coming down
Stare into the inky blackness
I swear I think you'll find him there
With over grown cuticles, and an asteroid belt
I said now sonny, de does not give a damn
Well I'm a real bad mama
A real bad man
I like to spend a lot of time on the can
I had a litt
Running From Me
Say a prayer for me, cause I can barely breath. I抦 suffering, and I can抰 take it.
Because of me, no one will ever see, this side of me, if I don抰 make it,
Its like I can't wake up, its like I cant get up
its like I cant remember who I used to be
am I running from you or am I running from me?
Clear a path for me, because i can barely see,
I抦 stumbling, and I can't shake it
it's up to me to save myself from me, my enemy but I can't face it.
Its like I can't wake up, its like I cant get up
its like I cant remember who I used to be
am I running from you or am I running from me?
I抦 breaking out.
Here I come, here I come, here I come
Can't, wake, up, cause I抦 not around,
am I running from you or am I running from me?
Its like I can't wake up, its like I cant get up
its like I cant remember who I used to be
Am I running from you?
Can抰 face myself, I抦 just left with the suffering.