Twiztid - Here with the Dead lyrics

Far from the place that I
Feel that I'm more adjacent
And some of the spaces that I'm facing
Better views of amazing greatness
So I pace myself and I'm patient
Humble and layin' bricks just like a mason
With determination, but I'm frustrated
(Frustrated) 'Cause everything is faded
Am I the one who became jaded
Somewhere in the midst of this
Shit? It's so beyond complicated
(Complicated)
'Cause life is abrasive and full of hatred
So my grit thick and my shit contagious
Amping up my expectations (My expectations)
To fast-forward to destinations
Choosing locations inside my mind
Alive and ecstatic between the situations
(Situations)
But short period of time, allowed to shine
Like I'm sacred, they cannot take it
If I stop, is it back to basics?
(Back to basics) persuasion in games
Karma screaming in they faces
Making sure the world knows
They'll never replace us (Never replace us)
I'm blasted, who's asking to ride quick?
And fuck fake love when real
Homies died for this
I'm old school like DL status up on my wrist
From the days that I wrote on the papyrus

Now let me try just again
I'm tryna deal with the situation
And every day it gets harder
For me to understand
Seems like I need a solution
To all the problems
Plaguing me and taking over again
But I can't see it your way
'Cause most of your eyes are closed
And you'll never see it my way
They'll say I'm dead and ain't got no soul
That's bad, bad, bad, bad
Too bad for me and you're probably right
Sad, so sad, but don't cry for me
I'll be fine
Here with the dead, here with the dead
Here with the dead, here with the dead

I'm the evil incarnate (Evil incarnate)
Riding in cars with humanity's vomit
Feeling lethargic
Hiding in bars 'cause I no longer
Wanted to keep you feeling bizarre
Like I'm a circus performer
(Circus performer)
The buzzard flies from other guys
That are not important
'Cause I'm the shit from all of
The maggots they tried abortin'
You must be snorting, I'm Ralph Kramden
You Ed Nortons
The honeymoon is over at least
For the rap portion fuck the smoke
I bring the Terrordome like PE
Gave me every single word that
I wrote on a CD (On a CD)
I'm giving pink slips to dick
Lips who think this
It's just some internet talk and
We don't really eat this (Really eat this)
'Cause all that beef shit was facetious
Facilitated by ignorant pieces of human faces
(Human feces) or is it feces who
Deeds these hypocritical lies
From people wanted to beat me
But could never fit in my shoe size

I'm tryna deal with the situation
And every day it gets harder
For me to understand
Seems like I need a solution
To all the problems
Plaguing me and taking over again
But I can't see it your way
'Cause most of your eyes are closed
And you'll never see it my way
They'll say I'm dead and ain't got no soul
That's bad, bad, bad, bad
Too bad for me and you're probably right
Sad, so sad, you'll cry for me
I'll be fine here with the dead

Here with the dead, here with the dead
Here with the dead, here with the dead