Wired - Onry Ozzborn

Ever since crippled by ANX, I had to learn how to breathe

All over again, to try to conceive

That what was happening to me wasn’t actually happening

But in my brain, this happening was elaborate and baffling

As Casey Anthony and George Zimmerman on a trampoline

Playing patty-cake at the wake of each of their casualties

Needless to say, in my head I was going cray

Outside of it was a nice day

So now I’m rewired like episodes of The Wire

Once indicated this fire burning inside me will stay

No need to expire, retirement not required

Unless that fire I spoke of just evaporates

Desire from having my son’s sire revile it

My daughter inspires me to have more to say

So I decided to hire myself and get rid of liars

Who have a problem perspiring

And won’t go away until today

flesh is where it sets in, gets in

Bitten by the spider

It’s venom seeping through my typewriter

I am wired

The stomp of it is toxic to rock with

Binoculars in the cockpit

Perhaps this piece of metal that I’m flying will disappear in the air

Pilot with a drinking problem, better beware

'Cause gliding upside-down is not safer

It’s the blood that’ll rush to your head and then you faint

Momentarily catatonic once you awake

Open the drapes, a crash landing escape

That exits back into attacking again

Thought I had it under control but now it’s laughing at him

It just so happens that the «him» I’m referring to is me

But I was talking 'bout myself in third person quite honestly

Obviously it’s 'cause my initials are M&M

So I’m cursed to become psycho with the fucking pen

Let’s not pretend I’m okay, how 'bout we say

Instead I’m able to get away with murder like Hannibal, yay!

flesh is where it sets in, gets in

Bitten by the spider

It’s venom seeping through my typewriter

I am wired

Yes, moving mentals by the metric ton

Succumbing to the monster dwelling in them

Playing stooge with another master

Masking that the poison lies within you

Yes, visions of dripping visual memories

Memoirs, stars the way epiphany on doomsday

When fools say that time waits for no kind of archetype

Never did they sacrifice the martyrs right or left for dead

Faded with the proper med regiment

Caught the plot within the iris, the lies were effortless

Deception turned commonplace, the sloth

Default participant, all admissions prepaid

Genes made from melting pot stock with DNA

Peep the hollow sway papier mache vertebrae

My murder plays on repeat on lo-fi

flesh is where it sets in, gets in

Bitten by the spider

It’s venom seeping through my typewriter

I am wired