Stood up in the center of a mass demonstration/ "Good luck with the winter," I could hear someone say, "Bruhl, Chuck, can you hear me? I think it came from this way, men!"/ Paint the fence/ we played with our pain/ ain't slept a day since//// The alleyways and fire escapes used to I.D. me by my name ; and though I get a little better every time I sing,/ those same old cold stones and rungs/ convey the sentiment of rain/ (just sediment pouring in the drain)////

This city's always been haunted/We don't shy away from drug abuse, we seduce you when we flaunt it// Lots of colleagues, peers, spent all 4 of those years barkin'/ I can't wait til' I can kick fuckin' rocks from here,//// but "here"'s all that appears to more and more of us/ a whole generation where "ear"'s the only unused orifice// The saints and martyrs of spirits/ laugh; leerin', they toy with us/ Speculate; we crave the pain more and more (boy, we must)////

1st hook:

Don't tell him

He's gonna be mad,

but I hijacked the abilities Yah sent through my soul

Why should I bother to serve a captain with attitude

...without my twin to help keep me whole...?

2nd Verse:

Gemini awakens/ blindsided by the side of the bed she wakes up on/ don the Teflon excitement/pipe-hittin' muhfuckers duckin' under the sirens/ I survived 9 lives of blood, sweat and tyrants//// I should've been dead, but persevered/ like a voice inside my head was sayin' softly, "you'll understand when you see her"// just this side of 17/ justified methamphetamine/ what the fuck was I meant to be?/ Left dead in the depths for keeps//// Wept so aggressively,/ made sweat the flesh bleed/ like the Prince of Peace in Gethsemane let best his men sleep// Get dressed,/ depressed feet/ did trek, Did trek did death feast? Shit,/ Yes, and confessed Simon, 3 times he denied Jesus////Like Christ wandered the desert/ while the Morning Star tempted him:/"You really gonna argue how this little bit of bread is sin?? I know it's gettin' hard to/ J.C. you're gonna starve, dude!"/ "Hardly, my Father's watchin' up in the stars, you should've repented, FRIEND"////

Go to Hell, He's more than my dad and he had you ill at ease

Too bad you couldn't rent out my soul

Me, that C.M. (Steven) has more in common (not to say I'm a prophet; I'm not) than you'll ever know