You can only live in the present
But mankind got high through the future
Your past is not fixed memories
But recreated scenes by your ego
Your personality is made up
How history's written by winners
But if you think about it
It's all hookers and sinners and killers
A thousand tattoos
Can't kill the pain
All these cocaine nights
Can't differentiate
All the beers you loved
Now just the gose
Complete discographies
In unplayable forms
Everything you ever figured out
Is from a snap to be thrown out
We are the kings carrying heavy thorn crowns
And we can't see from the blood in the eyes
No time for anything
The only thing the brain is right about
Perception is a bitch
She loves to mess around
Never really be right
Never really be wrong
We're easily attracted
By rhymes, patterns, accords