His salad days are solid gone
Sardonic face replace his moms
He nearly died but he doesn't know why
Mind all fried his identity's a lie
Set a fire to a tie-dye shirt in a dryer
A liar with his fly by words
Not a fighter for love
But for hate, for chaos
Car exhaust got him exhausted
Now he's lost it , now it's cost him
But who's to blame when his brain ain't been flossing?
Who's his boss and where'd he go?
Waste his day just a day ago
Cruising time but finding it
Where the souls from nothingness fight to live
And his soul is dead his days are gone
No space of swans will sing his song
When his timeline bombs
When his lifeline run flat
He's gonna get back with a jet back
Running backwards with a backpack
And a cracked hat, where his past at
How tragic
He nearly died but he doesn't know why
Mind all fried his identity's a lie
He's fucked himself while he's fucked no one
Getting stuck with a luckless duck
He's a showman for the average
For the bastards for the advanced
Cause he's all three but enhanced
In his hands lie the secret to himself
Secret to a life of youth and wealth
Sticking to a diet of food dont belch
When he's not eating nothing but welch
Phelps number one fan
The fam havent heard from him damn
And he's still scrambling to dance
And niles is still like
Damn jam
JAM JAM JAM JAM
