Twiztid

Twiztid - Through Your Eyez lyrics

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Through your eyes you think we're all the same 
Through your eyes we're all the same 
Through your eyes you think we're all the same 
Through your eyes we're all the same 


Through your eyes you think we're all the same (Tell me can you see me now?) 
Through your eyes we're all the same 
(t-t-t-t-t-t-t-tell me can you see me now?) 

I'm an optical illusion 
Your expectations of me awaiting stone like Medusa 
Lashing at me ripping out my mortal being 
But your foundation is flimsy and slowly crumbling 
Everything has an end 
Now let's pretend that pipe dreams are made of medicine 
Make me feel better again 
Made me feel better than them 
Or true or false sitting together again 
I can't despise the way you capitalize 
On situations the way you always seem to 
It's been a surpise the way you speak those lies 
Reassuring and convincing me that I'm somebody, too 
But I'm not 
See, you wouldn't comprehend this 
Insignificant magic deep within, inside 
But you wouldn't realize 
That if I was looking through your eyes then I would wanna die 



I need the bogs and jungles and planets that you ain't never heard of 
Sit with gorillas in the mist and blaze the herb up 
My thoughts are fixed with a 12 gauge 
My skin is all covered in paint from head to toe trying to hide me from the sun rays 
My wicked ways will be death of y'all 
My reflection is your curtain call 
Bless me father, hear us all 
My contemplations premeditated 
I'm heavily medicated 
Into the underground is what I'm dedicated 
I can't handle so I blaze the weed 
And I give a fuck less bitches if ya hating me 
Just wait and see in turn full circle on the bottom again 
Lookin up watching all the clouds 
Turn purple, like your back ass out 
I thought I told y'all motherfuckers, bitch we don't die 



I ain't the one to blow your head off to the scapegoat 
The one you bitches blame cause you sinking in your boat 
Bitch I slit your god damn throat 
And leave ya twitching 
Twiztid ain't the reason why yo ass bullshitting 

Them scared of playing us 
Underground bitches, it ain't no love for the famous 
Get your ropes cut quick, low maintenance 
Sitting in the dark and I ain't got to make the playlist 

Effortless excuses (my bad) 
For why they don't saturate situations for they nooses 
And who are we to go and call you out? 
We done heard all the stories and don't what the fuck they talking about 
I'm not a puppet, so don't pull my strings 
I don't need nobody trying to hold me, console me, control me, shit 
You're the one trying to change me, make me into something that I'm not 
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