[Intro: Brooks]
Something is happening inside of me
Forming in the center and slowly migrating to a thinner layer of skin
Precipitating to my surroundings
There's absolutely nothing, all the direction has been obliterated
And in its place hope has been reinstated
And I find breathing is overrated, the reproduction of cells futile
Ending at a funeral I'll get married and go senile
Just wait a while you think no this will never pass
Hiding until it has and we are just above all man
Stand to deliver another message in my head
Your life is neither sacred nor worthless
In the grand scheme of things each of us has a got no purpose

[Verse 1: Steaknife]
After new mourning in mornings inhaling fresh air with nicotine
I stare unaware, I don't care what my reason here means
Everything is shady so I'm lazy and motivation erasing every ideal
Advance creative expectations, so what
My warm feelings are black from blue
I'm comfortable in my mind state ever degrading you
The drama of understanding is like being in your fathers' mind
When he sexually molests your sister one too many times
Or like being in your mothers' mind when shes popping barbiturates
And places your baby brother in a dumpster dead from being all autistic
Yeah I'm gifted, grateful, thankful for being in a sick cold waning world
While I'm strangling, beating the sick but fuck your girl
Your sadness is my happiness overwhelming my stress
Beating myself in the chest to please cardiac arrest, no presence
Mainlining with a used syringe on a heroin binge to find joy
The brightest thing I ever seen was a flame liquefying foil
[Hook: Brooks Buford]
You have absolutely no idea
You have absolutely no...idea
You have absolutely no idea
You have absolutely no...idea
You have absolutely no idea
You have absolutely no...idea
You have absolutely no idea
You have absolutely no...

[Verse 2: Brooks Buford]
My agitated sadness is equal to witnessing my wife getting bottle fucked on my mothers' mattress
Life's an actress with diabolical tactics, I ran my head into the mirror for the fiftieth time
Vomiting gin and lime, scented formhyde, and shitting where I dine
Cutting my coke line with strychnine, flyer than 80 miles up to the stop sign
Body parts in a box, setting a brush fire in Charlotte's web
Drinking ahead and soon as I break out from a medium and what's done is said
Tired of choking with the filthiness of dead pussy in Hoboken transit to hell
Purchase a token, bodies floating
Rivers are red, famine, and natural catastrophes
A flask full of stomach disease at four degrees
Colder than sterilization
I stare while mama birthed a Satan
In the dark angel, ladies are waiting
Rejoicing, hating anomalies, brothers and sisters mating
Orgies from Oregon to the oracle at the Pentagon
[Hook: Brooks Buford]
You have absolutely no idea
You have absolutely no...idea
You have absolutely no idea
You have absolutely no...idea
You have absolutely no idea
You have absolutely no...idea
You have absolutely no idea
You have absolutely no...

[Verse 3: Danny Boone]
Fuck people and opinions it drains my energy, I care about me exclusively
No apologies or excess baggage could damage or slow my pursuit of max potential
Sick of advice clogging my noggin, finding selfishness essential
I snap like a pencil, past pissed
Pushing psychotic, fist through sheetrock
Why the boundaries, no more conscience attacks at me
To be nonsense, in fact, no more respect, fuck what you feel
Far as I know my thoughts and visions are the only things real
I'm not an extra in a movie 'bout everyone else
I got a thousand fuck yous to hand out, it's time to hit below the belt
And back stab with violent aggression and spit in fuckers faces
I have no aces, my tongue is tasteless, slit wrists with razors
Nah I'd rather be a burden, curtain on your ideals
I'm not taking it, I'm taking shits, fuck patience
Nobody gives a fuck about you, that's the revelation
[Hook: Brooks Buford]
You have absolutely no idea
You have absolutely no...idea
You have absolutely no idea
You have absolutely no...idea
You have absolutely no idea
You have absolutely no...idea
You have absolutely no idea
You have absolutely no...

[Outro: Brooks]
Worthy association
On what this demonstration
Has made into your occupation