Cage - k** The Architect lyrics

I still smoke like a Rastafarian But stopped getting fades cause I look too Aryan Walking on you motherf**ers, so hilarious Got gum under my shoes, trying to live vicarious Born good but became nefarious There ain't a whole deep enough for you to bury us Start thinking, get the blood pouring Paid, living poolside can be so boring Thinking it's the end and I don't walk Orwellian The angel dust got me to talk to aliens Marijuana had me so distracted And alcohol made you ugly b**hes attractive Worth it's weight in gold, you think your soul is Try to get it back and can't get your head into showbiz I don't give a f** who your hero is A moment of silence for my Tero Smith (I think the thing we have to take into consideration here is that we're dealing with a man with a mental health issue saying these things. This isn't a child trying to be shocking. This a grown man with a noted mental health background, and I think that's what really makes it a little more disturbing, and I think that his work should stay right where it is, right at the bottom.)