most people arent happy with the way it goes
i see the destruction
through episodes collected in purple robes
i put it out there asking my purple people to move me
not able to see
that what i was doing wasnt working for me
and the deeper my love was
the deeper the seed
the deeper, the higher the illusion of my thoughts that krept
couldnt see friends
cause i figured they figured i was doing it for greed
but money has never moved me
i said fuck this job, if they cant see that the ways i've been moving for them
tried to preserve myself for the sake of the music
thats why no albums were dropped
and i was even reluctant to give 'em to you
listening to it in your spot
hurt me, more than the darkness i see
and no multi figured company could bring back a friend
and most mistakes arent so easily forgiven
if you cant forgive yourself
loved so many times
i thought god just had me playing myself...
i didnt know
i didnt see the dreams
and the music all of a sudden became a blur to me

i've become violent by design
protecting the right to fight
but i ask, what for?

nixed off all my hair
figured i would expose where the secrets crept
but the ones closests to me couldnt exactly understand me
couldnt put it into words
took too much time away to reherse
a life in a box
people urging me to jump outside