Figure It Out

Millipede feeding every evening off you weaklings
Black shiny armor like beetle like
mess with 'til we shed them off our bodies
Then go about our travels like a trolley
I’ll tell you something else that fucking helps along the way
What you think about is right but what you don’t you’ll never say
And that’s okay as if two colors
Numbers, letters, mothers
My mommy gave me up when I was one and so I wondered
Is there something wrong with Michael like Jamie Lee Curtis thought
No emotions ever shown and he sure walks a lot
Lurks about as if he’s looking for missing people
To make sure those people remain missing if they evil
You see bro? Don’t think so
Continue to conduct nothing
Reverse electricity and psychology you dumpling
What once required taste is now replaced with insecurity
Blemishes, imperfections, no morals and immaturity
You thought he figured it out
She thought she figured it out
They thought they figured it out
You’ll never figure it out
(It's kinda hard)
Supposed to say something exciting, here it is
Stab a fork in between ribs and feed 'em to your kids
Regarded as slightly retarded, discarded glass
You can find me in the garbage or in the fucking garden
Whichever you prefer, here’s to the troubled youth
Looking for some truth, now whatchu gonna do?
Slumped on a stoop looking for some shit to do
Is you useless or used, confused and abused?
Where do you belong? Are you incomplete or obsolete?
Neither, I’m afraid I’m somewhere in the grey
A dim motherfucker, I speak the tongue of drunk amongst
I live amongst monks in my community right next to this distillery
Heavy is my artillery but nobody be hearing me
More invisible than Ellison, meddling with all types of medicine
Banging down your fucking door like «let us in»
I’m irritated and irritable
I wanna crush a ghost in a shell
And welcome you to my own private hell
Is there a heaven on Earth? I don’t know
I don’t got the answer for the cancer, I need to be eradicated
Irrational, I’m not myself, so maybe I should kill myself
The selfish are hell-bent on making a scene
I don’t like being me, well I do, but I don’t
I will, but I won’t control
You thought he figured it out
She thought she figured it out
They thought they figured it out
You’ll never figure it out
(It's kinda hard)