Alchemical Revision of Genius - Sapien Medicine

Cold winds across the concrete Cold shivers on my skin Shapes that cower in the darkness The walls that couldn't keep us safe And inside I keep on dying In this land of broken hopes and dreams Someone cries out in the distance The smell of burning tires and gas Evil dwells in every alley Dispair has conquered every home And inside I keep on dying In this land of broken hopes and dreams I can't live in this state of dystopia And inside I keep on dying In this land of broken hopes and dreams. I can't live in this state of dystopia

Everybody wants to be a showman Yeah, they all got another one Everybody thinks they got a genius Everybody got me on the run Sometimes I think they come here Just so you can say that you can And I can't get alone in my bathroom I need to give myself a hand Ya'll cuh-cuh-cuh-creeping Creeping underneath my skin Fuck you and your flashbulbs Snapping my picture again You drank all my whiskey You stole all my smoke And you're crowded all around me Like I got nowhere to go Eyes are gonna roll back I'm here to kill Time for you to go I'ma gone spill It ain't your fast train I'll be the king running near the wheel I ain't looking to make no deals here, no You keep sticking to me Like a prickly porcupine You're getting your information From the grocery checkout line Are you through confessing Of your little girl obsession 'Cause I was only messing And I had a little time Eyes are gonna roll back I'm here to kill Time for you to go I'ma gone spill It ain't your fast train I'll be the king running near the wheel I ain't looking to make no deals here, no Eyes are gonna roll back I'm here to kill Time for you to go I'ma gone spill It ain't your fast train I'll be the king running near the wheel I ain't looking to make no deals here, no, no, no, no, no Eyes are gonna roll back I'm here to kill Time for you to go I'ma gone spill It ain't your fast train I'll be the king running near the wheel I ain't looking to make no deals here, no

Debussy didn't believe in god. He didn't believe in the Establishment. He Didn't believe in bourgeois convention. He didn't believe in Beethoven or Wagner. He believed in... Debussy. Debussy understood that a work of art, or an effort to create beauty, was Always regarded by some people as a personal attack. He hated to appear in public. Hated to conduct. Hated to play the piano at Concerts. He preferred cats to people. No one was ever sure whether the spites with which Debussy armed his Volatile senibilities were activated by a savage insensitivity, or by the Holy egoism of genius.

The winds were beating my face When the sea changed its' rhythm I left the old dominion To build one of my own I was stealing the diamonds In the eyes of life Cutting the ropes to the ones who loved I got up and cut the chain Moving in a straight direction I got to move on Into a medicine rain Falling to the dust Like rain All the corps that fed me To fight a losing battle And all the features that led me Further away from the clue I wanted to be your garden A playground for a godless child I thought I could make your world But the godless child was I Say, say, say I got to move on Into a medicine rain Falling to the dust Like rain And I was stealing the diamonds In the eyes of life Cutting the ropes to the ones who loved All the corps that fed me And all the features that led me And I was stealing the diamonds In the eyes of life Cutting the ropes to the ones who loved And all the corps that fed me And all the features that led me I got to move on Into a medicine rain Falling to the dust Like rain I got to move on Into a medicine rain Falling to the dust Like rain