I'm on top

Of my business

So spare me your witness accounts

Of what I should do

Of what I should not

Of what I've become

How 'bout yourself?

Look at yourself

We can't even talk no more, you say

Well I never shut up, so I guess you're not listening

You never let up on your preaching

Can you accept that I'm the one speaking?

Can you accept that I'm the one teaching now?

I'm always working, locked in a room

Seems so alien to you

You don't understand why I do what I do

You don't understand what I go through

All this just to hold a mirror up in your face

So tell me friend

Just what's so great about the roads I didn't take?

You're holding back, tell me about mistakes

Nothing's worse that that silent stare

Your holding hostage in your conscience

Roll around in your fucking money

And question my morality

Excuse me if I laugh outwardly

And cry on the inside

For it's not me, it's you who's died

It's not me who's chosen such devotion to a promise

From a concept made to control your eager mind

I've found my answers deep inside the samplers

Where you're afraid to wander



They don't understand 'cause they're quick to judge a devil

They don't wanna know 'cause it's way beyond their level

But now they're all exposed to the infected child

This is my 12-bit lifestyle



I'm underground

And I like it that way

Don't get me wrong, I wanna make money

But something about controlling your own destiny just appeals to me

I guess I would sign, yeah I would sign

See I've got this record and no one can take it from me now

So from here on out you can hunt me down

But I don't wanna be friends, just friendly

Might shake your hand but you won't get a pound

Don't ever tell me my record's not complete

Or you don't hear that hit single

You can bet that when you're sleeping soundly

I'm awake, one hand on Middle C

The rest of me fetal position inside of a stolen milk crate

And you look down, disappointed

Never realizing that I look up at you blocking my view

Wondering when you're gonna fucking move so I can enjoy the morning

So I'm not happy all the time

But I'm well-adjusted

Open-minded with a dead-bolt but I carry the key in my pocket

Til the day I got mugged and I can't afford the locksmith

Emotionally homeless now

Too proud for handouts

So I steal what I need

And most of the things that I want

But I'm going on your definition of who's a thief

And who should be the one to step up and lead

Bravely into the future

Have fun being a dead martyr



They don't understand 'cause they're quick to judge a devil

They don't wanna know 'cause it's way beyond their level

But now they're all exposed to the infected child

This is my 12-bit lifestyle