Thinking outside the box- b line

do, you, feel, alive?
two for the peace, one for the fuck off
(x2)

then the ashes of sadness
birthed a bird of flames
but it burns just the same
when say my name
take two for the peace
one for the fuck off
every time you leave
I brush the rust off
fresh from a battle
with a premature scar
still bleeding on the carpet
so I use it, i'm an artist
everything in my life is
prone to getting used
twisted and skewed
brutalized and bruised
to be properly viewed
by you, by you
i'm all ears like i've got
no bones, just cartilage
...that's what an artist is
so I observe
...then reciprocate
and by the time I double back
I'm finished with your debate
we're all a can of paint
there's no telling what we'll make
but some don't even get a canvas
how am I supposed to paint
my portrait with what i've been handed?
Forced to make their own tools
and paint it upon world
and their art work always turns out
the purest and truest
it's easiest to influence your
inspiration through it
so
step outside the box
if you're not too afraid
unlatch the lock
and step out the cage
you've got about 3 minutes
to spill all you want to say
it's the modern world
during a dirty new day
so someone else's speakers
are your god damn stage
so fuck off if you
want your name up in lights

do, you, feel, alive?
two for the peace, one for the fuck off
(x2)

I pictured the scene worked
until I made it perfect
I lived in a dream where
I felt myself flourish
I had to give my life
but it felt so worth it
but when I finally died
I couldn't keep fucking working
never knew what I had
till I left it my past
now it sits on my mantel
in a globe of blown glass
every night I shatter it
on the floor but in the morning
it's back again, laughing and
bringing me back to then
I visualize the moment
till it feels like I can hold it
then I grip it, and beat it
till my fist begins bleeding
cause water feels great
in a dream of desert lakes
and air's my favorite taste
in a dream of outer space
so why wouldn't I recreate you
and break your fucking face
when you're the reality
i'm stuck playing through

I never feel more alive
then in the pitch black
when it blankets me
and feel her
coming after me
simple as one
complex as two
combat the moment
when I flip the light switch (this mic on)
and come after you (x2)