All I know is that, from this point on, ill be incredulous
When everyone reads my Oedipus Rex, sees the edifice
And asks you to forget.
They tell you to wash your face.
As far as the human soul can reach
Deep through the chest, down my seat
Through my legs, in my cheeks
I can feel this anger seep, I can feel this anger creep, I can feel this
This is real sh*t.
All I know is that they see first then ask questions
Prejudging upon impressions, the best of them gotten? They let them.
And ask you to forget.
They tell you to wash your face.
And beneath the weathered, tethered scroll
Past the soul and through the deepening hole
Around my whole every everything I know
I can touch this madness, taste the sadness, and hear the glad-less
This is real sh*t.
I will never forget, so dont remind me.
If you'll let go of the past, get it behind me
Then the sad light of things lost will never blind me.
I'll get lost in thought...dont think to find me.
Or ask them to forget.
