Exam by Eyeque Lyrics
I walked into the steam of my conscious
Fall back a bit to be honest, half past 2 on the face of watches
Just finished the whole ounce of the bottle, I don’t know if I should push the throttle or contain my cranial hostage
Doc’s questioning my thoughts and its residence, do I take that as a compliment or a diss on my mental stint
I don’t know if I can quite comprehend what you’re trying to tell me
Am I being analyzed for my health or am I being questioned for the felony of stealing the mental wealth
I honestly can’t tell, this couch is pretty uncomfortable, can we move to a different room before I get anxious
This is really dumb, here’s 3 grand, please just take this, I know you’ll charge in advance
Let’s get a little personal, if you’d pardon
In my expert opinion your process is the outside the margins
I would say it’s more sweet and tart like a margarine, I want to get through life on the flatline
Not the death tone but just a straight flight, I don’t want to stray night, take pill then just strafe right
Do you have any issues with your family? I don’t understand the concept behind split unity
In my dreams I see red on the screen, Shakespearean tragedy, Wake up that’s real humanity
Do you have a relationship? Ya with the papyrus and the quill, wait for the ink to spill
I tell myself it’s super real, Doc agrees I’m ill but not the way that I want to feel
Do you have any goals? Ya get passed the stop and not pay any toll, you’re such a stone
I know, please change the subject before I get on a roll and rant about them all
I have a couple questions for you doc, how come you feel you control the entire block?
How come you feel you got the couch on lock? How come you think you can control my thoughts? What gave you the false sense to pull strings like Japeto
Don’t you know, God loves ugly, no matter what’s on the stereo of mind
Settled, No matter what comes out the speakers in the mouth and in the sight
I quite like to spend some nights by myself
Like to soliloquy with the the night elves
In the cranial tissue escaped from wealth
Help is a constant struggle one must access
Is John home? Nope he’s not back yet
Fractions of a molecule follows you in each cubby
May I remind you that this’ll get fugly
I really don’t now if this is helping
Next please
Same time next week?
Sure doc
[Outro]
If the star align tonight
Will we need a spotlight
To notice the inconsistencies
Of life?
Fall back a bit to be honest, half past 2 on the face of watches
Just finished the whole ounce of the bottle, I don’t know if I should push the throttle or contain my cranial hostage
Doc’s questioning my thoughts and its residence, do I take that as a compliment or a diss on my mental stint
I don’t know if I can quite comprehend what you’re trying to tell me
Am I being analyzed for my health or am I being questioned for the felony of stealing the mental wealth
I honestly can’t tell, this couch is pretty uncomfortable, can we move to a different room before I get anxious
This is really dumb, here’s 3 grand, please just take this, I know you’ll charge in advance
Let’s get a little personal, if you’d pardon
In my expert opinion your process is the outside the margins
I would say it’s more sweet and tart like a margarine, I want to get through life on the flatline
Not the death tone but just a straight flight, I don’t want to stray night, take pill then just strafe right
Do you have any issues with your family? I don’t understand the concept behind split unity
In my dreams I see red on the screen, Shakespearean tragedy, Wake up that’s real humanity
Do you have a relationship? Ya with the papyrus and the quill, wait for the ink to spill
I tell myself it’s super real, Doc agrees I’m ill but not the way that I want to feel
Do you have any goals? Ya get passed the stop and not pay any toll, you’re such a stone
I know, please change the subject before I get on a roll and rant about them all
I have a couple questions for you doc, how come you feel you control the entire block?
How come you feel you got the couch on lock? How come you think you can control my thoughts? What gave you the false sense to pull strings like Japeto
Don’t you know, God loves ugly, no matter what’s on the stereo of mind
Settled, No matter what comes out the speakers in the mouth and in the sight
I quite like to spend some nights by myself
Like to soliloquy with the the night elves
In the cranial tissue escaped from wealth
Help is a constant struggle one must access
Is John home? Nope he’s not back yet
Fractions of a molecule follows you in each cubby
May I remind you that this’ll get fugly
I really don’t now if this is helping
Next please
Same time next week?
Sure doc
[Outro]
If the star align tonight
Will we need a spotlight
To notice the inconsistencies
Of life?