Kaus - Lucid Lyrics

Now if his life was a masterpiece, the devil owned the gallery
His salary had never been enough to burn the cavalry
So hourly he'd pay his dues in every single verse
It's just at first he'd seek diversity, a curse resides in thirst
And still he'd drink it in, innovating and compensating
For every absent thing in his life, he's mic disintegrating
Educating, illustrating, animates decapitation
Lead you through recovery, reopen up the laceration
Trigger mental masturbation, pull acidic critics down
Grimier than New York city's finest in the underground
Time, another noun intangible and oddly shaped
A colorful vulgarity to coincide for no escape
So his tape represented everything he ever saw
What he learned, how he felt, painted on a fucking wall
For everybody to see it, for every person to listen
Cause while they all claim to have it, he understands what they're missing
So he spent all of his life and dedicated his time
He's confident with his speech but concentrated his rhyme
He's fascinated with time but never let it confine
Him to a lesser power short of divine
They remind him that he's human, but what does that mean
He'd simply disregard the fact, proceed to walk in his dreams
The world is not what it seems nor was it ever at all
He only hopes his contribution helps humanity fall
After all, that's what it takes till people get what they missing
They've got to be affected so directly that they all listen
And only then will they christen this life that's never been used
No longer obligated or sedated, never accused
You've had you mental abused and your mentality's tainted
At the end of the day, you've had reality painted by a
Single man with the stroke of a brush
You either stare at pretty pictures or get of the bus
I made my pick, I kind of like the art
So hypocritically I have to sacrifice my heart
And what I know, even if it don't make sense
The tricky part is me pretending I'm at all convinced, ain't that a bitch

Now if his life was a masterpiece, the devil owned the gallery
His salary had never been enough to burn the cavalry
So hourly he'd pay his dues in every single verse
It's just at first he'd seek diversity, a curse resides in thirst
And still he'd drink it in, innovating and compensating
For every absent thing in his life, he's mic disintegrating
Educating, illustrating, animates decapitation
Lead you through recovery, reopen up the laceration
Trigger mental masturbation, pull acidic critics down
Grimier than New York city's finest in the underground
Time, another noun intangible and oddly shaped
A colorful vulgarity to coincide for no escape
So his tape represented everything he ever saw
What he learned, how he felt, painted on a fucking wall
For everybody to see it, for every person to listen
Cause while they all claim to have it, he understands what they're missing
So he spent all of his life and dedicated his time
He's confident with his speech but concentrated his rhyme
He's fascinated with time but never let it confine
Him to a lesser power short of divine
They remind him that he's human, but what does that mean
He'd simply disregard the fact, proceed to walk in his dreams
The world is not what it seems nor was it ever at all
He only hopes his contribution helps humanity fall
After all, that's what it takes till people get what they missing
They've got to be affected so directly that they all listen
And only then will they christen this life that's never been used
No longer obligated or sedated, never accused
You've had you mental abused and your mentality's tainted
At the end of the day, you've had reality painted by a
Single man with the stroke of a brush
You either stare at pretty pictures or get of the bus
I made my pick, I kind of like the art
So hypocritically I have to sacrifice my heart
And what I know, even if it don't make sense
The tricky part is me pretending I'm at all convinced, ain't that a bitch