I'm too serious, never smile, my lips are cracked from the cold and bitten while
I'm pacing to make space for minutes replacing minutes, every day,
superimposing limits on limits
I say the same things, like welcome to the club,
and spend my days tasting a life without love
I feign happiness, rather than having it,
hope for better things, but never savage it
The letter brings good news, but I will never open it
for fear of being bad, catastrophe is closing in
searing the pan, coated in my dearest man
I've chosen this
In here I stand, my clothes are dipped
in wax, preparations have all been zipped
I can quit the act, revolving doors close on the equipment that's
normal, tired of the rats, in the corn hole, looking for the ass
and born whole, my skin is a patch covering up the birth defects
on the inside I'm a circuit that doesn't connect
out here you can assemble me in k-nex
in there you can find me and put in a support request
I can fix myself, I'm qualified to do my best
But when I mix the gels, sometimes I feel like it's less
The kitchen's 12 feet from the bed
It's 2am, I'm awake, and looking to be fed
But I am safe, alone in my cage, twiddling my thumbs even though they're not full-gauge
turn the page in the sketch-pad
working on a new regret and digging my debt in
deeper, like the hole in my dentin
I fear sleepers are all around us, pod-people
not a sound is made, perhaps god is evil and we're all his slaves
the sod feels much like a grave, soft and odd equal
I talk in my dreams of electric sheep
Seams are riveted, or so it seems
we're legitimate, just no one believes in this innocence
no one can see that we're different
creatures of machines with intellect
tired of this divide
we go back to the future
with the doctor who's on our side
yo, he'll school you with double hockey sticks
and compromises, nothing 'bout politics
and common sizes of college dicks
I close my eyelids, hoping to daydream
but inside is my lid, reaffirming I am a machine
it leaves me crying, tears of silver gleam
I am a machine, made of metal
I am a man, made of flesh
and I know no level
Philly rapper Wino Willy is back with a concept album that showcases his sharp rhyme styles & appearances from Maze Overlay & Fatboi Sharif. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 29, 2023