My Balls Are In A Vice

Realism

　

solace comes to those as you suppose

shattered dreams flirting means things not falling apart at the seams

when you wake up late and you stay in bed

having many thoughts going inside your head

sugar is swwet as sweet as honey cause I'm going to be the man who brings home the money

in solitude you still can be in the mood

can't even dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought

when there's a dozen of dirty pots in my sink

why does on supress as in an Equestrian horse outside its box

my balls are in a vice so i made you think twice

another quick chance at which to roll the dice

out on the worldly scheme down to your thin means

　

　

by choice I'm reckless falling apart at the seams

having these stupid twisted magical dreams

art is in imaginery thought for some having come undone

not some trivial quest I must clearly confess that most of life is a big test

buzzards fly above my head society today is the walking dead

we fight, we f**k, we war

some even kick it with a two bit w***e screaming for more

but that's them not clearly I

I'm full of a surprise trying to resist Satan's lies

my balls are in a vice in the midnight hour the hour of power

sorrowful dreams things not what they clearly mean