Listener - Crystal Methods lyrics
[Listener - Crystal Methods lyrics]
It's your high, your pastime, passion
And drug of choice
Wherever you go, it's your ego
wanting to hear it's voice
It's your poison, your power, your master
And your slave it's your driving burn, it's
What makes you happy, it's your cave
You heretic, parasitic wonder
Insides colder than a witches personality
Sloshing happily in your fallacies
Proud to be the Pharisee that you see
Swimming in a sea of sellouts
Like Judas to Jesus
Sitting smug with your holy interpretations
Only hoping to please, the collective us
It's a sad state of events
When you loftily judge
Outsides when it's the heart
That gets the cleanup
Malpractice seems to be your actress
Head spinning on the mattress
From all the lies you've fed intravenously
Seamlessly you've managed to believe
Yourself in a circle
With no beginning or end shrouded in purple
Trying to smush the crown on your head baked
& bloated from the limelight's guest list
And always complaining about how you
Didn't get the new Lexus
I just have no patience for fools who
Constantly sharpen their quills to write lies
And then steal my ink when theirs is dry
Who welcome the maggot sheets &
Worm blankets of enslavement
Smoothing over more pavement on their
Personal highway to heaven
And I'm the only one who knows
That their bridge is out
Now everyone's slowly dying
But you're slowly living
Trying to keep your head from lying
Just underneath the waters edge
Wading in a pessimistic swill
While curiously toeing the ledge
Dreaming about becoming road kill
You're such a vulture
I used to sit content with
These speakers on the microphone
But now I stand screaming into the same
Headphones that summonsed me to close
My ears and labeled me "just
Another face in the culture"
My position of thinking might be wrong
But at least I'm honest
Your a sheep in wolves clothing
And your winning the contest
Trying to cram all your extra-curriculars
Into your tiny God-hole
It's an unfortunate sight from
Where I'm at to see you try to play the role
It's time to choose your poison
Instead of handing it out
Look deep into your mirror
Image and study self
And stop putting holes in
My pulsating emotion
Bag with your meat of a life
And drug of choice
Wherever you go, it's your ego
wanting to hear it's voice
It's your poison, your power, your master
And your slave it's your driving burn, it's
What makes you happy, it's your cave
You heretic, parasitic wonder
Insides colder than a witches personality
Sloshing happily in your fallacies
Proud to be the Pharisee that you see
Swimming in a sea of sellouts
Like Judas to Jesus
Sitting smug with your holy interpretations
Only hoping to please, the collective us
It's a sad state of events
When you loftily judge
Outsides when it's the heart
That gets the cleanup
Malpractice seems to be your actress
Head spinning on the mattress
From all the lies you've fed intravenously
Seamlessly you've managed to believe
Yourself in a circle
With no beginning or end shrouded in purple
Trying to smush the crown on your head baked
& bloated from the limelight's guest list
And always complaining about how you
Didn't get the new Lexus
I just have no patience for fools who
Constantly sharpen their quills to write lies
And then steal my ink when theirs is dry
Who welcome the maggot sheets &
Worm blankets of enslavement
Smoothing over more pavement on their
Personal highway to heaven
And I'm the only one who knows
That their bridge is out
Now everyone's slowly dying
But you're slowly living
Trying to keep your head from lying
Just underneath the waters edge
Wading in a pessimistic swill
While curiously toeing the ledge
Dreaming about becoming road kill
You're such a vulture
I used to sit content with
These speakers on the microphone
But now I stand screaming into the same
Headphones that summonsed me to close
My ears and labeled me "just
Another face in the culture"
My position of thinking might be wrong
But at least I'm honest
Your a sheep in wolves clothing
And your winning the contest
Trying to cram all your extra-curriculars
Into your tiny God-hole
It's an unfortunate sight from
Where I'm at to see you try to play the role
It's time to choose your poison
Instead of handing it out
Look deep into your mirror
Image and study self
And stop putting holes in
My pulsating emotion
Bag with your meat of a life