Lyrics
---------- NOTE ---------- From my upcoming album: "I Don't Really Know What My Deal Is" ---------- LYRICS ---------- Take a pot, Stir it up, Put a blindfold on, Pour it up, buttercup, Stop the process before it’s done, Grab all the ingredients en masse, Chuck em in without a care, Make it brash and make it fast, Till you have no idea what’s even in there I think that’s how I was made, Yeah, I think that’s how I was made, Sometimes I walk past the mirror, And I think I spot the devil, Even though I’m good to the bone, On a molecular level, Tie me up, in a lab, All my mess, up for grabs, Hang my painting up against the wall, And ponder if there’s anything there at all, Just a paintbrush, splattering around at random, Every mismatched color, Working together in tandem, I think that’s how I was made, Yeah, I think that’s how I was made, Information overload, Just too many lines of code, Overwriting, overruling, Just too many cars on the road, A million little snakes, Eating in on themselves, Nothing to do but to grab my head, Close my eyes and scream like hell! Just a landfill that’s never been sorted, Just an outdated command that was never aborted, A cinderblock wall without a proper foundation, A lifechanging conversation without any communication, I think that’s how I was made, Yeah, I think that’s how I was made, Oh, what a beautiful mess I’ve become (Oh, what a beautiful mess I’ve become) Oh, what a beautiful mess I’ve become (Yeah, what a beautiful mess I’ve become)