I'm blowing on backwoods stuffed with psychiatrics Coughing with a hack like a playa out of practice 20 in my nose whatever get it done the fastest Eyes closed praying for apocalypse disasters No gods no masters no before no after But ugly mane will make you disappear just like the rapture Dodging destiny still the coffin like a bed to me The voices spoke incessantly My pride is what they fed to me Tried to read the messages but words was wrote illegibly The Hennessy suppressing all my memories The mirror showed me glimpses of the enemies oppressing me Toxic thought telepathy Living legacies We're rocking weapons like accessories and dying for supremacy But really we're as significant as centipedes Crawl around the earth with no identities You're not special don't pretend to be Your tendencies are so predictable its difficult to remedy I could read a billion books still not know what pill i took I could have a million guns i still walk with Achilles foot