I'm on top Of my business So spare me your witness accounts Of what I should do Of what I should not Of what I've become How 'bout yourself? Look at yourself We can't even talk no more, you say Well I never shut up, so I guess you're not listening You never let up on your preaching Can you accept that I'm the one speaking? Can you accept that I'm the one teaching now? I'm always working, locked in a room Seems so alien to you You don't understand why I do what I do You don't understand what I go through All this just to hold a mirror up in your face So tell me friend Just what's so great about the roads I didn't take? You're holding back, tell me about mistakes Nothing's worse that that silent stare Your holding hostage in your conscience Roll around in your f**ing money And question my morality Excuse me if I laugh outwardly And cry on the inside For it's not me, it's you who's died It's not me who's chosen such devotion to a promise From a concept made to control your eager mind I've found my answers deep inside the samplers Where you're afraid to wander They don't understand 'cause they're quick to judge a devil They don't wanna know 'cause it's way beyond their level But now they're all exposed to the infected child This is my 12-bit lifestyle I'm underground And I like it that way Don't get me wrong, I wanna make money But something about controlling your own destiny just appeals to me I guess I would sign, yeah I would sign See I've got this record and no one can take it from me now So from here on out you can hunt me down But I don't wanna be friends, just friendly Might shake your hand but you won't get a pound Don't ever tell me my record's not complete Or you don't hear that hit single You can bet that when you're sleeping soundly I'm awake, one hand on Middle C The rest of me fetal position inside of a stolen milk crate And you look down, disappointed Never realizing that I look up at you blocking my view Wondering when you're gonna f**ing move so I can enjoy the morning So I'm not happy all the time But I'm well-adjusted Open-minded with a dead-bolt but I carry the key in my pocket Til the day I got mugged and I can't afford the locksmith Emotionally homeless now Too proud for handouts So I steal what I need And most of the things that I want But I'm going on your definition of who's a thief And who should be the one to step up and lead Bravely into the future Have fun being a dead martyr They don't understand 'cause they're quick to judge a devil They don't wanna know 'cause it's way beyond their level But now they're all exposed to the infected child This is my 12-bit lifestyle