It's such a perfect day to be washed away,
I went and sat by the shore and I counted the waves,
I counted a hundred and eight reasons I want to escape and then the reasons they'd crash upon the shore and they'd break   
I dont think I've got the stamina for this anymore 
Im not sure thats why I'm here by the shore 
but I'm sure  that I'm so tired of searching for messiahs  asking why, why, why, why, why must I battle this goliath
Im a force of nature dont you know, I'm aware of it 
but I'm so very sick of feeling so very sick 
I'm tortured by the gods I guess that I'm a heretic 
Life keeps on fucking me I wish that life was celibate  
My problems keep peaking like they're Everest 
the elephant in the room is that my room is in the elephant  
becoming evident, that we make fear president, when fear trumps love that's when the soul becomes irrelevant
When my troubles keep on mounting  
I make molehills out of mountains  
roundabouts of doubt are sounding  
drowned my youth inside the fountain    
Im a fucking atom bomb bitch  
pouring salt into the wound; watch me rip apart the stitch  
I'm that kid  the one that life subtracted  
isolated fractured, shakespear re-enacted,  
adapted for music its too sick im shining like Kubrick  
my method is clockwork a full metal dude with  
my eyes on the prize
do you obey do you abide?  whats the price of creativity is it loosing your mind?  and seeing patterns in the places where the patterns hard to find      
All alone,  all alone