By the day, where you going? By the week, where you going? By the year, where you going? By the minute, by the minute, oh By the minute, by the minute, oh By the minute, by the minute By the day, where you going? By the week, where you going? By the year, where you going? By the minute, by the minute, oh By the minute, by the minute, oh By the minute, by the minute Bull-headed, let loose in the temple, untethered Ceramic nightmare, I forget it I saddle up to ride We'll pick up the pieces to find Where they fall more beautiful than anything I've made Listen to the words now that I say Sound written by a timpani Heavy handed So demanding That you live in my head just to get it With the tide rising with every cheap glass of wine that I'm biding my time with See, I've never lost time, just a liberated pocket full of cats eyes Traded for a notebook, to this day still dancing out of guidelines I'm better suited, nothing proven Except bad at making money, better at losing Aloof goofin' by the posts that gods keep moving But no Lord of mine, my world sanitized Don't long for the past, ego loves the way I write "Cut cook at the feet" a good first line A new chapter Bloody stumps on the rungs reminded us that the little things matter By the day, where you going? By the week, where you going? By the year, where you going? By the minute, by the minute, oh By the minute, by the minute, oh By the minute, by the minute By the day, where you going? By the week, where you going? By the year, where you going? By the minute, by the minute, oh By the minute, by the minute, oh By the minute, by the minute Shit could change in a minute Shit could change in a minute Shit could change in a minute Shit could change in a minute Shit could change in a minute Shit could change in a minute Precious things are kindling in the making Poets make good arsons Tired of hearing one voice ringing Drowning out the crowds passing So I'll drain my account to last crumbs and pennies I don't sell labour; I build up cities I don't swell when I'm ill; art gets gritty I bliss out more viscously This is "blink and you miss it" That sense of anticipation still kicking That feeling of what's brittle will break That feeling something's different of late Knuckles rap on doors before the foot drops Unamused by that fit you sport Grit our teeth and get with it Shit could change in a minute By the day, where you going? By the week, where you going? By the year, where you going? By the minute, by the minute, oh By the minute, by the minute, oh By the minute, by the minute By the day, where you going? By the week, where you going? By the year, where you going? By the minute, by the minute, oh By the minute, by the minute, oh By the minute, by the minute

Skipped a step from apprentice to ascendance Drown in ocean or die from the bends Still on mend from my creation Maintenance killing me and I can not pretend Lent on a substance to wash my intent Watch my pretence of copy cat greatness See reflection of my eyes, never blinking In the dark. I want in Only see you at your best, while I'm at my worst Nice heart, what its worth Only see you at your best, while I'm at my worst Nice heart, what's it worth? Only see you at your best, while I'm at my worst Nice heart, what its worth Crawling back to quiet places Plaster and salt And I can still feel the vibrations Rats in the walls I try my best to stay wasted A virtue that I've been wasting A quiet life spent pacing A warm heart, scared racing This dudes got charcoal on the page Face not giving his age Eyes keep darting to the lathes Turn that bone, the next page Chipping away at a mere existence Old block lit in cheap gasoline Another glimpse at chance to achieve Look at me, look at me Fuck you, fuck everybody Fuck you and everybody That's what I see That's what I need, so I've heard I hear desperation in every word Coded optimism, each day is a verb Born with a blood lust? Nah, it's learned Old soul with his head high, watch the plan burn I want a sense of purpose, not control I look the part but can't play the role Only see you at your best, while I'm at my worst Nice heart, what its worth Only see you at your best, while I'm at my worst Nice heart, what's it worth? Only see you at your best, while I'm at my worst Nice heart, what its worth Only see you at your best, while I'm at my worst

Well oh well, oh well, oh well Oh no, no no I'm alright, tried my best Ego off my chest Stuck my foot in it Next step, come back, grinning Whistling little tunes Only guilt on my dial from a deities mistrial See, you're not all that and a bag of this or lavish misconceptions We see through you, while you see through me Veins pump freeways need a new lane, or three I'm torn, gaffa holding my frame Real quick, can you remind me my name? Twine around vitals, I'm surprised I'm alive Stumble blind; try my best with my time You got this, whatever this is Quick toast to the timid ones on their bullshit You got this, whatever this is Quick toast to the timid ones on their bullshit Alright, need another glass for this Caught a glimpse of another reality barrelling towards me Narrowly avoided the clip, spun on my heel, at my wits End, mask slip, no longer pretend Spit a tooth that I cut Lot of good that it's done Mouth fills with blood, tracing the loss with my tongue Oh woe is me, woe is I When was the last time I looked through these pretty eyes Got a world view I'm likely to defend But a better test is how humbly it's upended I'll turn out my empty pockets where my mouth is See, the stakes for me are, forget it Piss easy to bring the fight Keep our heads up, doing alright See I've tried my best, stuck my foot in it Next step, man I come back grinning You got this, whatever this is Quick toast to the timid ones on their bullshit You got this, whatever this is Quick toast to the timid ones on their bullshit

Your eyes cut butter Hand bleed on the rudder Feet stub, trip and wander This is just something or other It's what I make of it Your eyes glaze over Reflection on the glass That double exposure That "I've heard this before" That feeling of "there has to be a little something more" There is There's everything I see There's everything you know There's everything that we could be No telling what we are Or what you believe Do you believe me? I don't believe you Our planes of reality never intersect And calculations only ever break your neck Keep up, keep up, keep up, keep up Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays Laws of reality work different around here You can reach out to touch, find only atmosphere Slipping, the air you breathe betrays you That certainty you need remains you At least from what we know and from what we see All I can guess is the same lines bleed you and me Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays Keep up, silhouettes, contours, plays Your eyes cut butter Hand bleed on the rudder Feet stub, trip and wander This is just something or other

Eyes down, eyes down, keep your eyes off me Eyes down, eyes down, keep your eyes off me Eyes down, eyes down, keep your eyes off me Sidestep with that left foot lead Simple routine to keep tabs on me Which of my abstracts will you see? This skin fails to hide beaters and bellows Racing and gasping My poise mellow My voice rasping echoes And it echoes this Echoes that Last I wrote and last I spat All I know All I am Now I sew loose leaf to these hands Blood stains where the needle grabs Cover my naked form I parade With these pages, my name Each script lets me hide away As I take to the stage I lay down, what you see? What's left Keep yours eyes off me Keep yours eyes off Back to it, needle for the pen Another graft when I need it again Cautionary I'll never listen Missing points, presenting my gifts Organs on display, you won't want to miss You don't wanna miss this shit Keep your eyes on me Keep your, keep your eyes on me Keep your eyes on Keep your eyes on me