I`m on top
Of my business
So spare me your witness accounts
Of what I should do
Of what I should not
Of what I`ve become
How `bout yourself?
Look at yourself
We can`t even talk no more, you say
Well I never shut up, so I guess you`re not listening
You never let up on your preaching
Can you accept that I`m the one speaking?
Can you accept that I`m the one teaching now?
I`m always working, locked in a room
Seems so alien to you
You don`t understand why I do what I do
You don`t understand what I go through
All this just to hold a mirror up in your face
So tell me friend
Just what`s so great about the roads I didn`t take?
You`re holding back, tell me about mistakes
Nothing`s worse that that silent stare
Your holding hostage in your conscience
Roll around in your fucking money
And question my morality
Excuse me if I laugh outwardly
And cry on the inside
For it`s not me, it`s you who`s died
It`s not me who`s chosen such devotion to a promise
From a concept made to control your eager mind
I`ve found my answers deep inside the samplers
Where you`re afraid to wander
They don`t understand `cause they`re quick to judge a devil
They don`t wanna know `cause it`s way beyond their level
But now they`re all exposed to the infected child
This is my 12-bit lifestyle
I`m underground
And I like it that way
Don`t get me wrong, I wanna make money
But something about controlling your own destiny just appeals to me
I guess I would sign, yeah I would sign
See I`ve got this record and no one can take it from me now
So from here on out you can hunt me down
But I don`t wanna be friends, just friendly
Might shake your hand but you won`t get a pound
Don`t ever tell me my record`s not complete
Or you don`t hear that hit single
You can bet that when you`re sleeping soundly
I`m awake, one hand on Middle C
The rest of me fetal position inside of a stolen milk crate
And you look down, disappointed
Never realizing that I look up at you blocking my view
Wondering when you`re gonna fucking move so I can enjoy the morning
So I`m not happy all the time
But I`m well-adjusted
Open-minded with a dead-bolt but I carry the key in my pocket
Til the day I got mugged and I can`t afford the locksmith
Emotionally homeless now
Too proud for handouts
So I steal what I need
And most of the things that I want
But I`m going on your definition of who`s a thief
And who should be the one to step up and lead
Bravely into the future
Have fun being a dead martyr
They don`t understand `cause they`re quick to judge a devil
They don`t wanna know `cause it`s way beyond their level
But now they`re all exposed to the infected child
This is my 12-bit lifestyle
