i got nothin that i need to say

nothin hidden up my sleeve, got no tricks to play

nothin different about me, just a different day

no indifference just a will in me needs a change

i think I'm insane, in the sense i tend isolate

need the gold my brain holds to give away

pokin holes took it's toll think i over paid

gettin old gotta roll and the road is paved

in a sober state, minus sleep deprived

blockage in my sinuses and underneath my eyes

there is purple bags, from all the bags of purple

never worked for heaven on earth those pearly gates encircled

I'm saint who's hurtful, a beneficial demon

there's a line dividing both inside all human beins

check mother theresa, it's up to you to equal

what you think would change the world to make it sorta peaceful

been on this course deceitful forces keep the torches lit

and morphs it from the poorest kid who made it out the orphanage

search whatever's sourcing this and stand up to some horridness 

your narcisistic course could up