P.M. Dawn - Comatose lyrics

(Intro) Pas... quand j'etais une femme solitaire, j'ai pui'eppe Oh.. never mind me man I'm just rhyming here It's an old one that no one knows anyways That's the way it goes Kisses directions through my mind every time Guess he likes to collect blue hickies I dunno.. I remain the same Comatose anyways S'whatever Ask me that question again Who am i what am i Look at my face the eyes don't lie If i was with a smooth tongue Used for fun I'd take a look at myself And ask myself why i got a thread A thread that i'm holding on for Sandy My mind's taking things that are going on Close to the soul And actually steppin' on These people are doing wrong The list can go on and on For ages Tangled up through mazes As lost as a meal that's pushed to a panther I keep my eyes on those who pa** by They look to pm dawn the quest for the answer Mercy mercy me.. till i see The end of the human race is grand prix Mr red knows i pose a threat Yea.. i'd like to see him sweat Dr vibe tends to get hypnotic Reality thinks the prince be is erotic The magic wand seems to be misplaced I can't see it if it's covered in lace The best way to keep your word is not to give it I don't make promises cause promises die But those who use hate just won't participate So that's why i choose to use my eyes And stay comatose A positive and negative impression on your brain Whatever remains.. whatever stays the same.. Results from an inside view or perspective Other than that persona snaps under strain But what remains to be seen Is how you chose to use your time And still the point blank calculations unclear Of whether your text can catch these lines Or toss em to the side So you can't realize Illusion only lasts until the scene is through Approachin' this scenario What would you do Lose your noodle Or try some voodoo Accept defeat then what's the next phase Rely on the brave Rely on the copious The secret of any victory lies In the organziation of the non-obvious In a comatose So they tell me a lie To keep my head straight But view sets the fronts like an unseen crime I like to watch a watcher close And see what they might take A tick from a tock A line from a rhyme A leaf off an elm A move might yell bold An unseen realm Or what that realm holds Is nothing.. nothing that makes sense They walk with small talk And i watch the consequence swell up And overflow.. into a large brook Maybe it's the undertow of what the tide took The put together scenes Make it all seem clean A pacified pictures .. the life-fiend dream Till it's tried by the spies.. that's when they realize The rose ain't red and the violets ain't blue But those that are swift will pin point the trip And everyone else'll think it's de ja vu Except the comatose