Pas... quand j'etais une femme solitaire, j'ai pui'eppe

Oh.. never mind me man

I'm just rhyming here

It's an old one that no one knows anyways

That's the way it goes

Kisses directions through my mind every time

Guess he likes to collect blue hickies

I dunno..

I remain the same

Comatose anyways

S'whatever

Ask me that question again

Who am i what am i

Look at my face the eyes don't lie

If i was with a smooth tongue

Used for fun

I'd take a look at myself

And ask myself why i got a thread

A thread that i'm holding on for Sandy

My mind's taking things that are going on

Close to the soul

And actually steppin' on

These people are doing wrong

The list can go on and on

For ages

Tangled up through mazes

As lost as a meal that's pushed to a panther

I keep my eyes on those who pass by

They look to pm dawn the quest for the answer

Mercy mercy me.. till i see

The end of the human race is grand prix

Mr red knows i pose a threat

Yea.. i'd like to see him sweat

Dr vibe tends to get hypnotic

Reality thinks the prince be is erotic

The magic wand seems to be misplaced

I can't see it if it's covered in lace

The best way to keep your word is not to give it

I don't make promises cause promises die

But those who use hate just won't participate

So that's why i choose to use my eyes

And stay comatose

A positive and negative impression on your brain

Whatever remains.. whatever stays the same..

Results from an inside view or perspective

Other than that persona snaps under strain

But what remains to be seen

Is how you chose to use your time

And still the point blank calculations unclear

Of whether your text can catch these lines

Or toss em to the side

So you can't realize

Illusion only lasts until the scene is through

Approachin' this scenario

What would you do

Lose your noodle

Or try some voodoo

Accept defeat then what's the next phase

Rely on the brave

Rely on the copious

The secret of any victory lies

In the organziation of the non-obvious

In a comatose

So they tell me a lie

To keep my head straight

But view sets the fronts like an unseen crime

I like to watch a watcher close

And see what they might take

A tick from a tock

A line from a rhyme

A leaf off an elm

A move might yell bold

An unseen realm

Or what that realm holds

Is nothing.. nothing that makes sense

They walk with small talk

And i watch the consequence swell up

And overflow.. into a large brook

Maybe it's the undertow of what the tide took

The put together scenes

Make it all seem clean

A pacified pictures .. the life-fiend dream

Till it's tried by the spies.. that's when they realize

The rose ain't red and the violets ain't blue

But those that are swift will pin point the trip

And everyone else'll think it's de ja vu

Except the comatose