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