Paranoid Island Video (MV)

I used to feel it in my heart, but now I feel it in my bones
All my friends grew up or died, and now I'm all alone
Standing next to a pile of dead canaries in a coal mine
With a head full of deadlights, trying to get mine
I've got no nothing in mind, I'm trying to hide from dead ends
While punctuating my penance like it's one long run one sentence
My penmanship is graffed up cause I act up and never listen
I'm equal parts Pinky, The Brain, Snake Plissken, and Jesse Pinkman
I don't f*ck with you if you've gotta ask me if I f*ck with you
Catch me heating up the walk-in cooler coughing up a lung or two
So just give me a reason and I'm going off of the deep end
Maybe forever ever, maybe for the weekend

F*ck knocking on death's door, I'ma kick it down
F*ck biting my tongue, son, I'ma spit it out
F*ck knocking on death's door, I'ma kick it down
F*ck biting my tongue, son, I'ma spit it out
F*ck knocking on death's door, I'ma kick it down
F*ck biting my tongue, son, I'ma spit it out
F*ck knocking on death's door, I'ma kick it down
F*ck biting my tongue, son, I'ma spit it out
F*ck knocking on death's door, I'ma kick it down
F*ck biting my tongue, son

There's no more Noble pursuit than throwing poop in the ceiling fan
Just to show the whole world how you're feeling, fam, but damn
Just remember your roommates gotta clean up the mess, my man
Hot knives in the kitchen, bong rips in the bathtub
Beers out back in the snowbank, we was getting mad drunk
Baggies full of stems and caps, belly laughs, and all of that
We were stranded on paranoid island, circa 2007
My man was on a bad trip tumbling down the stairway to heaven
Burned out and barely lucid, way past Ernest Scared Stupid
Step on my throat! the words bellowed from the belly of the beast
Step on my throat! he said it without a hint of comedic relief
Looked me dead in my eyes and said he'd never really know peace
He wanted to die

We were on the dark side of our youth, marching in some moon boots
Feeling like some straight-up goons, looking like the goof troop
On acid, Dwight Schrute with a hatchet
Jim Halpert with halitosis and a habit of knockin' em back like a catfish
Just some blood brothers booze cruising for some broken noses
One of us was halfway dead, neither of us could know it
At the time. Life was all about the blind drunk blackout vacant
I went hard in the punk rock, you went hard hitting the pavement
I remember the first time you asked me to kill ya,
It wouldn't be the last time, in fact it became too familiar
It was all smiles and laughs in front of most of these cats
Behind closed doors back at the pad everything was painted black
On many nights I'd wake up to the sound of your sobs
On many nights I'd wake up to breaking glass thinking we're getting robbed
But instead, I'd find you tearing your room apart in the dark
I wanted to put it all back together but didn't know where to start
It would have taken all the kings horses and all the kings men
But you'd just pretend that things were fine and then that was where it would end
A wise man once said one day we'll look back and laugh
But you're dead and gone, homie, I can't even smirk when I look back
Whenever I look at your photograph I just really wanna ask
You if you pondered what would happen before your sky turned black
I love you homie, I swear I'm not trying to put you on blast
But did you ask yourself what would happen before your sky turned black