(verse 1 - gene)
(Only for u) To Capture, cigaretteism & rhythm,
I'm flippin, images to create proficient 5 by 7's, of figments
binoculars, vigilant from a distant, hidden assailant
Paranoia killin coherent, people, lookin and starin
While dem glasses you wearin, foggin up, makin fear apparent
Arogent, little shhh, I'm outside your window in peerin
Reminicin, about the time you took a bite out my sandwich
How bout I cut out these lights and allow silence to do its damage
Heh all frantically panic, viewin panoramic
these mental games, I'm playin, thinkin my ways are satanic
Devilish eyes, lies, within beneath the question of antics
The riddles authentic, worded like Kendrick, feel the dynamic?
Cloak and dagger music, with the acoustics,
create a conclusion, to this lucid dream that I've been in control of stupid
Look at the moonlit, horrid and artic outside
happenin every night, sleep tight, its bedtime...look

(verse 2 - alex)
i'm at the peak, of my creep at the night time
while you asleep, im in a jeep, plannin my crime
so next time, at night you wonder whose outside
im in ya tree wit a scope man and two black eyes
i've been battlin and rattlin, these cages while you tattlin
i'm practicin the violin to mediate this violence
and penatrate the masses, attend them as a casualty
nothin but a violent silence, im dippin when i hear sirens
its nothin i dont obligue it, i brush it off like a sholder
i'm posted up in yo holster, im close enough no elopin
im hopin the door is closin, so i can creep slow up on ya
im chosin to be a monster, you know it that you a goner
when i walk away, im pullin out a lighter to ignite the night
and burn up all the evidence, so they cant say i did it right?

(verse 3 - gene)
Hehe, right And now theres investigation,
from what your minds been portrayin
These demons interrogatin
Now irritation, created from the faucet drippin
The metronome of imprisonment
Causing you to snap like a ligament
Hairless from all predicaments, Seeming imminent
Adrenaline kickin in, cringe as im under ur skin
Conviction within, you create a vixon, from hidden restriction
A nonexistent, sickness progresses, from consistent fiction

(verse 4 - alex)
I'm packin madness, hear laughter after disaster
i'm after masterin chapters, i'm hangin from dusty rafters
these clumsy cats I run after
I'm aftermath in a backpack
and pack up and dippin after, a sydicate in the shallows
im swingin in ever battle
im Avril lavigne, up in her teens
weaken demons, then defeate em
heathens speakin, smile and greet em
never leave em, down and defeated
cause its the time of the season
for creepin...ya know what i'm meanin?