Hey kid, I see you're back on your bullshit
You talk slick, but I hear you're just a counterfeit
Running around doing the same old foolishness
Cool breeze blowing through the sycamore trees
My chest heaves, the night air puts my mind at ease
I'm leaving town, destination anywhere I please
Step lightly where you tread
It might just be an illusion
A dream that's wrecked your head
Beware, watching the world through the cross hairs
Out there looking for a fix, beyond repair
You get no sleep without a soul to keep, but I'll say a prayer
Step lightly where you tread
It might just be an illusion
A dream that wrecked your head
And you get no sleep without a soul to keep, but I'll say a prayer