Eyedea & Odd Jobs - Face Forward lyrics

(Oddjobs) Blue slowly gurgles purple Then purples turn to red My throat is an inferno, and a whirlpool is my head I can hardly catch my breath Get my a** some rest Any last request? I ask a jest I'm like yeah cash my check Put all my sh** on four track Record my last ca**ette About to die soon in a typhoon of unmasked flesh Open wounds Oh who was I kidding? d**h ain't even a thought in a bubble I'm just caught in a blood filled puddle Drowned and puzzled Troubled sound Subtle apprehension Surrounded Well it comes from the fountain I taste iron Feel coagulation I see you're crying The smell is almost fragrant Aching ears from hearing it ooze through me It makes my tears even somewhat soothing Mommy I don't want to go to the circus I heard the crowd's right there But I might scare myself to go, just so I can have nightmares Peaceful sleep is quite rare Wake up in a puddle of sweat Curl up in my bed About to calm down, and struggle to rest There's only a few things in the universe that scare my dick limp Silver fish, ???, relationship, commitment I remember bringing metal detectors to the sea shore I thought I was hunting for treasure Naw. I was at the end of the sea. A bowl Looking at the toilet seat before I take a good sh** Checking for your rolled up hidden cameras Wood ticks I know I'm a good kid What? I just watched fright night Now I'm going to need a night light The bed bugs might bite To scared to watch Freddy sequels Even if it's the forty fifth I'd rather haven an orgy with scorpions and porky pig It will be a glorious morning when I can see her brave felt Realize 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 crowd clouds in my carca** 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 Face forward, stand tortured You can never get to close to the darkness