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act iii: "one man show" - nerfonator lyrics

[intro: peter s. atlas]
(three!)
so wore the eternal day with no pause to press
the boss’ hand puppet slips back into a catatonic state
before his lady arrives back at home
but the urge to dig dirt underneath her chipped nail paints shrouds all
why sp*wn a molehill?
a phantom’s hand smears the writing on a wall of many
and once it’s broken, everything, comes into perspective

[verse 1]
knock, knock (who’s there?)
a man with shattered dreams
who couldn’t pull himself from out his sweatshirt or his tattered jeans
half a glass of beam could never ease the tension buried
‘tween his trap and where he hacks up these streams of consciousness
let’s speak on topic, ‘cause if not, my boss would probably reach for my noggin
and flip me over ‘til all my change leaves my pockets
but at least he knows i got a dream and a darling
and as long as it stays that way, i’ll feel at peace with my callin’
but it’s three in the mornin’ and she’s stumblin’ home
but she tryna reassure me of things that worry my troubled dome
the lack of abundance in dough, so, the funds in o’s
like “honey, slow your roll, you’re bluffin’, i see the blood on your clothes”
she brush it off and go on, talkin’ she doesn’t know better
the calm before colder weather stroll in and prompt the fall
burn my leave to turn a leaf with “do you want it all?”
can’t tell if it’s another episode or i’m havin’ withdrawals
[refrain]
so, are you laughing with me or at me?
i said, are you laughing with me or at me?

[verse 2]
there’s an elephant creepin’ but it reeks in its scent
she cheats with intent but nothing else seems to seep from her breath
you sing your song in the richest of text, seethin’ with fault
but the notes you deliver ain’t in the key for your vault
you spit cathartic speech with no arms to reach
she starts to speak, “pardon me, but while you hog your seat, carvin’ your t**th
i been out swappin’ deeds with your boss for our peace
and receive the harshest treatment in return all for the greenery”
but then my heart pounds louder
every thought i’ve ever mustered jog a thousand an hour
latchin’ on the window shudder of a big house of snakes and ladders
watchin’ everything fall onto the ground in paper patterns
i set myself up for failure, it’s a one man show
this goes beyond an episode
the teleprompter claimin’ two sides to every story, i beg to differ
set the truth right and rend the four walls that tend to chitter
creative freedom goes beyond and breaks a contract
and i’m tryna make contact, alienated by tall hats
who walk paths as tomcats
only thought in their cap is to palm cash
while i patiently trot gravel, brain to the gavel
shake the few bucks that sit in my hour*old soda
“will entertain for food” uttered onto a cardboard poster
but i can’t shake the truth, i got the guts unlike an organ donor
but this trojan horse approach is sure to leave me with a fork in the toaster
[refrain]
so, are you laughing with me or at me?
i said, are you laughing with me or at me?

[bridge]
the cat is out the bag
and it’s got your tongue in a gag
the cat is out the bag
and it’s got your tongue in a gag

[verse 3]
i’m gettin’ swallowed in a web of lies and all of it is televised
the fall ain’t gon’ be far if i ain’t hauled out of this h*ll of mine
halt, viewers discretion advised
bruises cemented in mind will blow mine and everyone else’s
a guide to snap my mental pendulum and lose my marbles
anxiety tryin’ me, flyin’ through the roof and onwards
honoured to feel the pressure contained in my temples (let it out)
‘cause it feels better when grazed with the metal (cool it down)
no matter how much you project in your songs
the potent matter don’t hold power ‘til you dead or you’re gone
whether a silver platter notion of regret in their wrongs
or spillin’ the palette all over the stretch of the composition
i got a noggin clogged with lots of ambition
but not enough screen time to squeeze lines in to shock the system
huh, turn me down ‘til the furnace out
so low that you can hear the metronome
i know they catch me in tons of episodes, actin’ like i run the show
jumpin’ rope just to get the blood to flow
‘cause if i dwell any longer, i’ll have to tug the throat
i’ve been itchin’ for guidance
check the mileage, i still got a hundred more
it’s do or die, and i no longer feel like provin’ mines
so, blast the furnace ‘til the fumes arise
or give the *krr* a tie and pray it don’t come loose when it’s time
either way, the truth a lie when i follow through with—
[outro]
what?
no, no, no, no…

- nerfonator lyrics

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