They ain't seen an artist like this One who's mind's altered, re-configurated Pieced together, bits by bit And every strain of hair, is made by stress I ain't ever felt good, that's not feeling I'll feel Stepped on and used by, my figures all gone Disa**embled, loose frame Third wheel of the game The one of last straw No longer feels pain I left where I came And returned where I exited Oh, yeah feels like it was yesterday They treat me like a force that's been to reckon with Every step of the way, the have trouble tethering