welcome to paper street, pull up your chair and take a seat
it still amazes me you can’t escape from the make believe
afraid to be, anything other than what you were trained to be
you’d think by now, the bottom of the barrel would be out of vacancy
it’s plain to see, we’re losing the battle but this is war
and if you die without a scar, what the fuck are you living for?
Shfty 1 the minotaur, got you captive in my labyrinth
but I’m ghost to the planet if I don’t stamp it with a hand print
so I’m scratchin’ these verses in the surface of the earth
until every single person learns every single word
burning from within, cold shouldered on the out
shattering your glass castles throwin boulders at your house
Shfty’s known to hold it down, when it comes to destruction
because you can’t build nothin’ till you destroy somethin’
mass consumption junction, what’s your function?
takin’ pennies from the people and dumpin’ ‘em in the dungeon

Tonight the city bleeds
Tonight the moon is burning
Tonight the Earth breathes and collapses by the morning
Tomorrow we scatter the ashes
Tomorrow we pray for a phoenix
Today is almost over but today was just the prefix
The clouds will float beneath us once the sidewalk’s on the ceiling
And the pain will start to surface once we’re numb to every feeling
When the mountains start to crumble
The oceans will slowly rise
And the red river’s will run through the whites of our eyes

the emptiest of wallets
modesty highly regarded then demolished
indifferent toward my selfish little province
i been working on this railroad careless as to where it goes
bare knuckle defending this pile of whatchamacallits
it's all i've ever known, don't fix it if it ain't broke
and never trust a man that don't smoke
quitters quote
an oath in the oldest oak, blatant for open folk
to scrutinize with a fine tooth comb, slowest pokes
my biggest flaw is probably worth it's weight in broken bones that I would rather endure than hear a truth I need to own
honed in on pay dirt, i bite my nails nightly with murderous intentions
tears, sweat, and crimson
breaking bad habits that have engulfed my habitat
axed all the bad vibes attributing to vengeance
if sleep and death are cousins, i'm the liar thats two timing them and denial is our love child i feed opinions