Atmosphere - RPM Pt. 2.1, Revolutions per Minute lyrics

I wouldn't trade nothing for a day like this one Toy top on the tip just waiting to get spun Been ever so patient forever for right now The what, where, why, when, and 'How will it come down?' What does it all mean? (means) Everything we have taken for granted Needs to be replanted in a larger pot Had a conversation with mother nature about the relations She said f*ck em because they get sparked a lot Is there any precision of making the decisions of which pigeons get to piss On the walls from outside of the prison? Honey child would you please set me free? Remove the blindfolds so that I can meet them and greet them Hit them with a hammer pound them with a fist beat you face against them Until you lose your consciousness ain't going nowhere it holds its frown Keeping an eye on its soul to see what kind of head is poking out And when the cops come round what I know becomes less Check the lost and found sneak a peak up its dress Leave a healthy tip or put the ashtray in my pocket Cause I ain't never even seen the inside of the co*kpit So I am going to have another all-nighter for breakfast Open up a head-trip and rebel in the excess A little solitude small piece of serenity just enough to balance all the Negative energy, cause people find a way to making me lose my mind Want to die in my bedroom and never be found Wearing nothing but my headphones and a cigarette Watching this cheap turntable go round and round and [Hook] Pitch control don't work, the needles are dirty [x8] Some of these women say I scream The words to my songs in my dreams But I wasn't sleeping for as long as it seemed Until my wrongs are redeemed, I'll be right Fingers are yellow from the cigarettes Sore from holding the pen tight Handled and justified, but nothing to compare it to No need to run because it's probably just as scared as you No more trying to justify the choices Praise the Lord that she wasn't born voiceless I'd like to thank all the supporters And all the bridges over all the troubled waters And all the mothers that gave birth to control freak daughters And the kamikaze sheep that walked straight into the slaughters I'm not mad at you, nah I'm glad that you had a chance to gather a reason to climb this ladder Best believe my shell toea match my halo And I'm on a mission to fix this turntable [Hook] And if I could fly, then I wouldn't have to drive And as far as I'm concerned everything can stay alive I wear a walkman when I travel So I can rock the music without the talking and the babble Cry me a river if you feel that's what you need to deliver A fistful of how you figure You could sit there and play with your gum for all I care I can see through your stare (I can see through your stare) [Hook] No (no) I'm not looking for the answers I just want this song to sound like it's supposed to If I could get this rhythm to keep it's pace I wouldn't be so determined to leave this place