Psyched Up
Psyched up for what might be the end of a tie that should have
Been cut and taken just for what it was a ravishing test
Not much to hope for in the further run integrity’s last
Long laugh spits me in the face I gasp
What it’s done for you is a mystery
What I’ve done to myself could not be schemed
By the worst of men in their most evil hour
Should have never turned another time and asked you how to get back home
Deep nights tuning into darker debt the promise of praise
Alright heard before and rhymes alike the stench of those days
What’s left to air and to reveal before the moloch will scoff
This light is that you have turned it off
What it’s done for you is a mystery
What I’ve done to myself could not be schemed
By the worst of men in their most evil hour
Should have never turned another time and asked you how to get back home
What this has done for you is a mystery
What I’ve done to myself could not be schemed
By the worst of men in their most evil hour
Should have never turned another time and asked you how to get back home
