Eyedea & Odd Jobs - Face Forward (full) lyrics

You slowly gurgle purple Then purples turn into red My throat is an inferno And it whirlpools in my head I could probably catch my breath ??? I'm like "yea cash my check" Put my sh** on floor track Record my last ca**ette Bout to die sooner than a tadpole of unmasked flesh Open wounds ??? I get it, d**h ain't even a thought in a Bubble I'm just caught in a blood filled puddle, drowning ???, sound subtle, apprehension, surrounded ??? And I taste iron, coagulation, I see you crying The smell is almost fragrant, 80 years ??? It makes my tears even somewhat ensued I don't want to go to the surface, I heard the clouds are Right there, but I might tear myself gold just so I can Have nightmares, sleep ??? wake up in a puddle of sweat Cuddle my bear, better calm down, and trouble For the rest, there's only a few things in the universe that Scared me dickless, tuna fish, surplus, relationship Commitment, I remember bringing metal detectors to The sea shore, nah my bad, I was huntin for treasure, nah I Kinda findin some C4, look under the toilet seat before I could Take a god sh**, check before you roll up, hidden cameras, ??? I know I'm a good kid, why I just watched bright lights, now I just need a night light because the bed bugs might bight Too scared to watch Freddy's sequel, even if it's the forty-fifth I would rather have an orgy with scorpions and Porky Pig It'll be a glorious morning when I can see how brave felt Realizing there's nothing to fear but fear itself Face, face, forward, forward, stand stand, torture, torture [Verse 2: Eyedea] As an individual I became the systems target Now I close my eyes and dream of a Governor's pardon I don't want to die they lied when they said women will target I hope they proud clouds in my caucus Sometimes you got to lose your head to find out where your heart is Twenty three years since me and freedom departed We tolerate them methodically cultural cleansing By the imperials promoting holocaust and spiritual carnage The cat that pulled the lever considers himself an artist I can't blame my group or department or even the Sargent Six hours six minutes and six seconds until my last meal The disintegration of my distance already started Beads of sweat evolve from my head as my hands tremble My cheeks have become a creek from the water of my windows And I'm not telling you this because I think your gonna care I'm saying it for the simple fact that I'm scared (Please help me out with the first verse, leave comments and stuff and I'll consistently update it)