C-c-crowbar, Kevlar on the drywall
Now that’s asbestos, Ritalin & Adderall
I'll say: "No way I'm quitting now"
But then it's Flight 180 when I'm coming down
But I can't kick it like an addict, like a landmine
So I'm just running like a rabbit from a forest fire

From the junkyard full of false starts
Hit the pavement
Turn this shit to Fight Harm

I took what's left
A brand upon my brain
Now I'm caught in the fold, driving in the cold
Like a blanket over me
Pounds on the vest, packed to the seams
Like a burn pile way I lit up the trees
Heard a rustle in the hay
Hiding in your old barn, had to get out the rain
So I'm staying in the bell jar
I've heard, I've heard it's the self I'm bound
Isle of the lost, but I'm bouta run ground
Move on, move on, cut the mooring line
Till the sails get stitched in the morning light
Got me on one, pulling out a prophecy, Apollo
I'm bouta spark another passage out the Bible
I be the witch of the wood the way I'm in my hovel
Fuck a disciple, I'm just looking for a follow

I be the witch of the wood the way I'm in my hovel
Yeah

Crowbar, Kevlar on the drywall
Now that’s asbestos, Ritalin & Adderall
I'll say: No way I'm quitting now
But then it's Flight 180 when I'm coming down
But I can't kick it like an addict, like a landmine
So I'm just running like a rabbit from a forest fire
From the junkyard full of false starts
Hit the pavement, turn this shit to Fight Harm

Turn this shit to Fight Harm