Eyedea - Motormouth's Anonymous lyrics

[Intro: Eyedea talking] So I says to the guy "Hey, I'm writing a screenplay" But Pavlov did pair it with an unconditioned stimulus for a reason And whoever murdered prophecy can expect a prize from me And at the exact same time in a totally different novel much stickier than this one came the life of a salesman when card houses crumble Dammit what word rhymes with "Hide the spike?" Hey uh... can I borrow one of those cigarettes? I don't know, I don't smoke [Verse One] Everyone I know is hollow So what am I to do I can't follow Their footsteps If I wanna see tomorrow I keep my chin even with the sun of the evening So I don't succumb to the sorrow Scarred and hardened is my heart of charcoal The garden of weight to harness equates that of a car load Borrow me five dollars for the art show I'll pay you back the day I sell my gargoyle Hard boil my eggs with a side of cardboard (?) Carve my name in the barn to alarm all the farm folk My ego problem's just a parcel Vertically I cruise currently enthused to surgically remove my barcode Momma's little boy seems to have some awful bizarre goals He's not moving 'til the fungus in his jar grows He's got a hair on his arm for every dark throne Hoping the bridge he built of gasoline-soaked yarn holds For the followers, the deputies and the marshals And especially the MCs who haven't yet had their card pulled I roam the streets with a necklace made of shark skulls And a tooth in the ground that's how I leave my mark [Break: Eyedea talking, with "so whats really goin on?" repeated in the background] Don't you think American Beauty was way better than Fight Club? I mean did Einstein reject quantum mechanics because uncertainties for devils or is that flower just not worth plucking? It's intriguing, jeez this f**ing phone cords I know a song you don't know I bet this gla** will still be see-through next year Hey uh... c-could you order me another beer? I don't know, I don't drink [Verse Two] I used to always talk sh** about MCs, but then I realized I gotta grow up one day you see, now I'm more civilized But, that is why you pitiful guys didn't die when victimized Cause I still got a unlimited(?) sentience to his demise Plus scripts from a bitter sky What's this from is it my karma? The snake eats its tail Wake me up fail to break free from jail Flaky and stale's my armor 18 and frail as cardboard It's a hard chore escaping from hell Pardon me for my language your honor But lately I feel anguished conquering my inner power A martyr racing a snail a yard or so behind I'm wandering through the forest like a poor little coward How were the head games that you experienced? I nearly pissed my pants as I missed my chance to be Seriously advanced Spiritually enhanced I'd watch the flame flicker and dance but I can't my man I got plans I stand strong with my hand on the mic Tryna freestyle the answers to life Cause uh, you know I consider myself a pretty good freestyler Yeah I like the sound of that (So what happens next?) [Break: Eyedea talking, with "so whats really goin on?" repeated in the background] What happens in that space between "I love you" and... Gödel's theorem suggests certain information can travel faster than the speed of light But I keep flashing back to the first time I broke my teeth But I'm on Mars (...) So smile strong, breathe good The writer of this riddle is dead Walking, walking, running, left [Outro] What's really going on? (repeat til fade)