[Verse 1: Alyea Pierce]
Since you think you know everything tell him who he is
His first name can taste dreams dying on the lips of a wine gla**
While the other half rather spit fire with suns he has no reason to stay
In this dark town where the moon fell down last night and his brain has split in two
Tell him who he is
That he is mad, as mad a a beat flying over a rhyme expecting not to be taken that he's neurotic
As neurotic as his soul being blown between music insane Schizophrenic, back and forth back and forth
His heart has un-pumped itself
This carnival of a body severed between the alone and people in him
And all that's left lingering and hanging is finding the rest of his souls mate between these bars
Tell him that he's not in the wrong hands
That what drives him mad is himself