They ain't seen an artist like this
One who's mind's altered, re-configurated
Pieced together, bits by bit
And every strain of hair, is made by stress
I ain't ever felt good, that's not feeling I'll feel
Stepped on and used by, my figures all gone
Disa**embled, loose frame
Third wheel of the game
The one of last straw
No longer feels pain
I left where I came
And returned where I exited
Oh, yeah feels like it was yesterday
They treat me like a force that's been to reckon with
Every step of the way, the have trouble tethering