Lyrics

[Verse 1] I reconcile the physical with the intellectual Until I'm bleeding to death and you think it's conceptual Until I know what I am doing I am misunderstood Put my finger in the outlet makes my hair look good I talk about politics, you understand party I think about party tricks, you think I'm retarded [Pre-Chorus] Half a scissor is still a knife Home after work is still half a life [Chorus] Pardon my appearance, I'm under construction Pardon my appearance, I'm under construction Pardon my appearance, I'm under construction Pardon my appearance, I'm under construction [Verse 2] My cell's regenerating from way deep within You want a life of adventure, I'll spy on you sleeping I know if I succeed, you want a share of the morphine Success has a thousand fathers, but failure's an orphan I plead insanity, you like the pathos You think it's a circus, I orchestrate the chaos [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] [Verse 1] [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] [Instrumental]