Reverie

The wingspan of my exploits is vast as the sea

Familiar commencement, familiar routine

As my Mother lay dying, my Father would scream

“Son, do you dream the American dream?”

Oh no, not me

Not on your life

I’m gonna live on the edge of a knife

And prey on the fools who should handle it timidly

You had your big dreams and planted a seed

You wanted a flower, but turned out a weed

My petals will curl and fall to the ground

You’ll whisper my name and you’ll spread me around

And as you grow in my supposed image

(And as you grow in my supposed image)

You won’t inherit the truth of how I feel

(You won’t inherit the truth)

You’ll just assume that it’s real

You’ll just assume that it’s real

Father, forgive me

For I do not know not what I do

Father, if I could, I’d choose to be like you

Forget this fucking face

Forget you ever saw it

Empty your pockets, your keys and your wallet

A mere $50, my life was delayed

Locked up and shut down for more than a decade

And so I sew my seed, year after year

I’ll be the meanest bastard you’ve ever seen when I get out of here

And so I sew my seed, year after year

I’ll be the meanest bastard you’ve ever seen when I get out of here

Freedom is incarceration by a different name

I’m free to walk the streets, but I’m financially detained

And so I sew my seed, year after year

I’ll be the meanest bastard when I get out of here

There’s nowhere left to turn, there’s nowhere left to run

So I’ll take what I’m owed or I’ll eat this fucking gun

And so I sew my seed, year after year

I’ll be the meanest bastard you’ve ever seen

(When I get out of here)

You had your big dreams and planted a seed

You wanted a flower, but turned out a weed

My petals will curl and fall to the ground

You’ll whisper my name and you’ll spread me around

On the wings of the wind, to the end of the earth

My legend will grow as my story gives birth

To a new generation of violent offenders

Who worship my memory

Hyperbolize my splendor

And as you grow in my supposed image

(And as you grow in my supposed image)

You won’t inherit the truth of how I feel

(You won’t inherit the truth of how I feel)

And as you grow in my supposed image

(And as you grow in my supposed image)

You’ll piss away your precious, fleeting youth

(You'll fucking piss it away)

Assuming you know the truth

Assuming you know the truth

Assuming you know the truth