Each1Teach1's blog: "Eyedea"

I stand alone Burned every bridge over the troubled water No longer hiding from my personality disorder A stronger tide is coming and I've been running trying to function fine with out my mind climbing out this fucking corner I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals A forgotten rebel Passed through the absence of parentally hands to develop an evident level of benevolence so it's probably better I sold my sold to the devil This is a message to anyone I met that thinks they know me Don't pretend to understand any of the issues that I'm holding I was in a rush to grow up, look Mom no cuts Just a stomach in disgust, and the fear that I might go nuts this year If I don't swell up I'll see you one my way One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK I've lost all fate in a world so full of hate I don't fucking love music I just use it to escape I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race Everything takes its toll but there's no tolls I can take I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake Introducing the corroded bumps I had behind my smile I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now And keeps me down, stealing all my energy I'm feeling like my enemy, concealing my identity Not dealing with my tendencies I peel the skin and then I squeeze The real imprinted Hanse's disease Not human in this century, I'm ill until the entity Who built this penitentiary, It's filthy as a centipede And guilt was in his sense cause he was willing to just let me breathe, While I wore a game face In 10 years don't check for me I'll be in the same place This planet is just an overpopulated mental hospital Each zombie walks around constitutes another obstacle So here it is I'm finally coming out my shell All 19 years of my life have been in conflict with myself I'm insecure by every facet of the existence From my addictions, to the conditions I choose to live in Who you kidding I suffer from excess anxiety A product of pollution in American society Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind and I no longer have an ego I can hide behind but I've been trying disregarding my insanity Every form of hurt isolates me from humanity But it's provoked against being force fed so Fuck education for a decade and 3 years of headaches from my peers Cause now I realize I could have learned more on my own They taught me how to know everything except my soul Which is everything I need to grow Everything that keeps me whole Everything that ever meant anything to Eyedea So I leave with golden hope to rip the beast that holds my focus but the fact remains the same, I'm still bound by chains It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains So people say I've changed, and it's harder to relate to me Good, I never liked you our friendship was make believe I'm peeling the mask back and revealing the rap thespian Feeling my organs drilling distorted short portions of morbid acid keeps the torture unfortunately crafted interests to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder The minutes get shorter, the walls start to close in Feels like the brain is hanging on but with clothes pins I've hidden in the darkness for too long I make it look all right but in the inside its so wrong I want life to change but I don't know if it can for a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am I stand alone burned every bridge over the trouble water No longer hiding from my personality disorder You want to die in my life then come and stay in madness' favorite little corner Cause even Shadows have Shadows and my secrets are eating me eagerly feeding I scream in my dreams Away but they keep on defeating me Even Shadows have Shadows Welcome to the dusty subconscious of an actor Who murdered his childhood to stop the audience's laughter Even Shadows have Shadows I'm about to break free from my fears When I don't like what I see and I can't feel what I hear Even Shadows have Shadows So don't judge a book by it's cover Cause my story is fucked up as any other!

I'll be writing till I'm dead or maybe till I'm alive All the emptiness I've bled has only helped me survive Something melted inside when the tones hit my pulse And stifled the idle eagerness to grow into my clothes No one that I know is any longer good at actin' Like they comprehend the motive uncoated to feed the corroded passion Actually needs to stay eye level with the rest That's the least I deserve for the love that I've shed I've trudged through the sediment in search of the rhythm Dove soul first to bathe nude in its abyss Paid dues and made music my religion Now I listen, close my eyes, and forget I even exist I sing a bastard's tune, inspired by the noise The ship made before it sank and was finally destroyed I flaunt the grin of a man made for disguising a boy Who tried to avoid showing the cry in his voice But there's something special about the notes that he hears Those scales are redemption, unraveling repressed memories And when he breathes, a new energy enters and consumes him To heal his wounds and unseal his doom If only I could make you understand But words are just words so I can't The universe's deepest art form keeps my heart warm with influence I tell ya Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as Music To be an angel, you gotta earn your wings To control your own, you gotta burn your strings To hit blackjack, you gotta turn a king But to live forever, all you gotta do is learn to sing I get a pleasure that's inevitably immeasurable And I won't let it be rejected by no man Why does it have to be so damn difficult To live in the frame of a game that will slit your throat? But I've dug in the mud in search of the drum Dove soul first to bathe nude in its abyss Stayed true to the music, now my favorite thing to do is Close my eyes and forget that I even exist I hold this fistful of degenerate ideas For every genius that was murdered in the name of Jesus Still deaf to the bells that claimed to free us But I pay homage to my melody ‘cause she's the sweetest The core of our spirit is naked The form of its lyrics are sacred Blanketed by the original sound of the inner vibrations I'm floating on the soft clouds of positive creation See, I can look at a painting and admire the colors Or appreciate any type of art that I discover But what I dig's invisible It's my teacher and I'm its student I tell ya Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as Music

He lives in a four by two glass box It reminds me of my head I wish my floor would have rocks, but it's covered with puddles instead If I could be him, life would be great I could erase this permanent frown I wouldn't even be held down by my own weight I woke up walked to the tank to hear his thoughts on yesterday How was it? I asked And after a tapping the glass He looked my way, then gave me this depressed expression Impressed, its best just to say Besides the tides and the grey skies, it was ok! And I said Hey mister fish, you did all that you wish You got, nothing to complain about while hanging out in this (bis?) Well he replied Well Existence is bliss, there's so much that you miss Besides get off the trip, happiness is just a myth I said Living in water is extremely more peaceful than life finding minds, blinded by evil, and forced to see through these two peep wholes. It seems a redeemed freedom, not being limited by walls That only mean to qualify ground for the sky when it falls That only mean to qualify ground for the sky when it falls That only mean to qualify ground for the sky when it falls That only mean to qualify ground for the sky when it falls But Mr. Fish just laughed as I went on and on and on So I interrupted his chuckle, puting up a middle finger And he boldly told me it's too bad I'm was such a thinker So Arrogantly I asked How could someone think too much? He added that insanity lingers and thoughts brought me to the brink of such He said you live inside a head that reminds me of my glass box And everyone's the same; all brains are contained by your reality frame And chained, to with the rain, its trained hard not to change And once you see what I've explained you hit the jackpot And at that very moment it was like my eyes really opened The air that previously surrounded me was now an ocean Still totally invisible accept for minor pieces of debris Then Mr. Fish pushed up to the glass and he looked just like me My whole world spun around, I didn't understand But I realised I was no longer a man So I thought about what he said And asked him what was going on And he said, you didn't know it but you where the fish all along He said, congratulations, you did it, you broke free You're just a fish like the rest of humanity Now it took me a long time to get adjusted to this tank But now I know what I am, and so to that man I give thanks I've always lived inside this glass box that reminds him of his head It just goes to show ya that your minds your own monster Realities what you make it, if you take it away Your just a fish, like me, swimming in the powdered water