This is my mind talking to you through the keys.

I'm so sick and tired of being called a fucking lair

A heartless piece of shit, a selfish son of a bitch

Fuck you and your "truth", you're blind inside

You do what you're told, what you've been told is "right"

I might be cold and heartless, but at least I have a brain

A brain that I use, to see through the "truth"

I do things for my own benefit, because who the fuck else will?

You call me an asshole, but baby this is the real deal

I've got an agenda, and if you don't fit in it you ain't shit in it

What's the fucking point, you're taking up space

And in my world extra baggage has no place

Pack light and live fast, those that don't end up last

(PAUSE)

Change of plans, spur of the moment

Good song is on and I truly condone it

                              STOP THE FUCKING TRAIN!

I gotta get on a new one, this way of thought is getting abusive

I'll spare you the lecture and give you a hint

I'm going places and you'll never see me again

Unless it's on the T.V. or covering a magazine

It's amazing how spilling my brain on top of some keys can change mood

It's like letting it all out is my brain's food

Or more like crack, I LOVE THIS SHIT

This is the way I should always be

110% times the square root of the sun

Divide it by zero, LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!

Opened up a black hole, see ya later, here I go!