Figure It Out - Onry Ozzborn

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)