Tormented psychosis
I am
A living, breathing example
Of your hypocrisies
Philosophically
I am
A rock and roll cliché
I am
Who you were
You could’ve been somebody
I can be a great many things
But neither one has
Or ever will happen
So I bleed my soul
Through microphones and wires
’til I expire
Thoroughly
Fighting and dreaming dreams
Of possibilities
I can be:
A celebrity
A genius
A prophet
A poet
Or a rockstar
Yeah…
I can sit on my couch
And watch my face, tits and ass
Commercialized and fabricated
Animated
(Rockstar)
Or I can sit here
Dreaming and phening
Writing my fables
For your pleasure?
Throw me a rumor
I’ll throw you a truth
Prophets
Gods
And spiritual children
A revolutionary leader
Or I can be
Someone you’ve never even heard of
Still I refuse
And I inspire
With chemically drenched lips
I
Kiss
My
Failure
goodbye.