Cryptic One - Half-Life lyrics

[Hook] Half empty and half full life vision is impaired My life gla** is always full Half with water, half with air In life i try to outrun time but time runs out before im done Fatigued i walk the fine line between fine lines and wide ones Path follow Half hollow Half solid, part sorrow Positive tomorrow won't be positive… pride swallowed The answer to this lifes message? this age is a mess And Im just here to get mine before i reach the mountain crest See life's a gla** of wine and mine's filled, for real But wine's ill, and sometimes wine might spill But wine stains brains intoxicated thought, pisa tower tilt Thoughts bloom to let idea flowers wilt Two lips (tulips) arose (a rose) to plant these seeds in desert sands A pleasant peasant plan to harvest fruit on dry weathered land Plan foiled, times sand damns soil, forms sand storm abrasions Wounded walk, no forced creation Empty, or full Step up and take your pick Ironically most empty minds are quite full… Full of sh** And I ain't talking fertilizer, fool Im talking sewage pipe clogging waste, and a cesspool See lifes a bill, and time is money… how much do you have left? I stretch time partially paying all my bills before d**h collects And life is a four letter word and d**h ain't? The best artists, ain't always blessed with the best paint I painted pictures in mud Ive painted pictures in blood I painted pictures of pictures, painting pictures is my love I painted pictures with rhymes I painted pictures in time I painted pictures with scriptures Painting pictures in minds [Hook] Half empty and half full life vision is impaired My life gla** is always full Half with water, half with air In life i try to outrun time but time runs out before im done Fatigued i walk the fine line between fine lines and wide ones Shall we continue? On to lifes menu Glance to the right side, the prices high but still I tend to Order an appetizer of pain Before the main course An entree of sanity loss, with nice spicy anarchy sauce Hurt for dessert, with pessimistic dip I believe the Mr. Pink demeanor, leaving her no tip I think Im a dreamer trapped In a self created sadomasochistic trip Equipped with a meat cleaver sharp wit A meager attempt to deal with it before my life slips Into nothingness Or shifts to the unlikely event of fluffiness Of cloud 9 residence Move blind forward With no hesitance With four words "Live as a pessimist" Cursed to expect the worst But hope for the best My disappointment meets pestilence Since birth I should have walked lifes precipice Approach hope leaving behind the decadence Of self inflicted negative messages Plus repetitive Faulty life lessons An impacting impression Never under estimate the power of self suggestion I finished lifes meal, satisfied post digestion And die to realize i wasted half my life upon depression (sampled from the movie Dogma) Im tired of all this cryptic bullsh** Im physically and psychologically exhausted Im ready to kick back and welcome the end of existence Why me? Of all the people on the god damned planet, why me?