1. Can’t Get Enough Intro: You know where I’m at [Where you at?] Getting high with the scum out back Catching feelings Knees to the floor Blowing smoke to the ceiling ‘til my eyes like funhouse glass And I can’t get enough Pant and I puff Can’t take it anymore Pour a little in my cup Drink it up quicker than it comes Like I got a hole in my cup Can’t can’t get enough Joe Horton: Paid a pitiful pittance to get rid of the gimmick and strip down to the simplest yeah now I’m as ill as it gets sick with cure baby sick of the world looking at me like you’re crazy when you’re crazy ​ ​ Can’t take it anymore Can’t get enough Too many eyes on me now for me to give it up ‘Least not in public Preach all that free shit I want Deep down I know that I’m not What you think- Fuck what you think that I’m caught? In between a rock and a bottomless drop Like it or not it’s either jump or fall and not a one of us is dusting off None of us are dusting off We’re just looking for something to call home On the way down trying to drown like a king of the bar throne sinking in tar slow ‘ screaming I’m on top Bridge: Take one down, pass it around/ 99 bottles and I still ain’t drown 99 bottles and I still ain’t drown/ 99 bottles and I still ain’t drown Crescent Moon: Tell the spectators they can stop watching Finally hit rock bottom like a stock option Somehow I got locked in/ my body wants the toxins Free-falling from the clouds is how I’m caught often I hear your god talking: “please believe in me, please believe in me” I hear my god often: “you’ll be needing me, you’ll be needing me” Raise a cold glass, drink to my health/ put the glass down, sink to my hell Why can’t I just think for myself? Pour some out for the day that I fell Chorus 2. Private Public Joe Horton: Cue the hip-shake Get the dead-headed rowdy The stuttering neck crowd is pouting [Why?] They wanted a god and got a particle Cut to them pissing their pants Cut to my victory dance Postpartum depression to pre-mortem There I go again with the doom and gloom courtship My bad ' Promise that I'll change my tune Something more appealing to the wasted youth I gotta face the truth Spinning in circles trying to find to it No luck yet' No fucks left You want me you got me Man I got nothing to lose Nothing to prove to the who's who of the screw loose Too few knew the funeral march by heart So when I started to hum it the punishment loomed brutal Phones lit up like the city at nightfall The glow of the zombie army with nothing to fight for Chorus: Living with it, hiding from it, feeding off me Private Public Living with it, hiding from it, feeding off me Private Public Private Public Crescent Moon: Be patient, every time the sky falls we’ll hide in the basement and listen to the night crawl If the moon’s vacant, we’ll gather ‘round the ligh bulb/ when that thing burns out: put holes in the dry wall Open your eyeballs/ tell me what you see/ hey, hey, is the coast clear to shuffle my two feet through streets? move sleek/ who’s he? the hood in the back row? Holding a black rose/ don’t know how to act, though Half pterodactyl/ half gone/ half-hearted attempts to catch a glimpse don’t last long do they? Who they talkin ‘bout? Too late I found out All these suckers must be drinking from the same batch of Kool-Aid Now what it taste like? Savor the backwash/ the color of dead skin, the flavor of asphalt Now if you bite, you bit it/ you might admit you’re not the type only the righteous live it Chorus: Living with it, hiding from it, feeding off me Private Public Living with it, hiding from it, feeding off me Private Public Private Public 3. Every Lesson Unlearned Joe Horton: Is this a fortress or a jail cell? Drag the warden out One more bag of skin on the pile with a gaping orphan mouth Lookie here little birdy regurgitating it hurts me there's certain pains I'll endure but you gotta pay me first So says the older of the satirist twins swinging a twig with a padawan twitch saddled with nerves at what lurks under murky surfaces the mystery's king If you didn't ask a question why you kissing the ring? Huh? Soft shoeing, gun clapping, that’s the same dance ' Festooned the exit wound with jewels to get you lined up Don't look like you mind much Cueing for the crosshair It's not fair ' but only thumb sucking bitches and punks duck So says the younger punch drunk and crazed from the hunger pain Undercame his dumb luck with novocaine and sugar pills Took a real man to admit he wasn't real now he knows just how his brother feels Crescent Moon: Run while you still can/ walk while you still stand They’ll have us down on all fours/ we fall for the bills and the pills and The mansion on the hills and/ the shallow end is deep/ ain’t no telling where we will land Keep your fire light low/ otherwise they might know our whereabouts and whereabout we find our innerlight so/ the night cold/ best watch your step upon the tight rope If one falls, we all fall, no lifeboat, no white horse/ to ride off in the sunset, happily ever after They ain’t never changed the script, they’re just casting better actors Hope you’re ready for your close-up/ hold up a minute, don’t be acting all surprised when they roll up in tinted windows/ asking for your identification/ why spend your time chasing peace with eyes in the sky, vacant/ lost my patience for every operation concerned With force-feeding information in the face of every lesson unlearned Chorus: Every lesson unlearned ‘ No stone unturned Long as the sun burns ‘ Long as the sun burns 4. Blinded (CM) If I could sell the snakeskin back to the serpent The non-believers turn to Jesus and start preaching the sermon I thought I told ‘em repeatedly not to stare at the sun They forgot to blink and now they think that I’m the arrogant one Please don’t compare me to none them that’s careless with tongues They made a choice to be dumb/ now the embarrassment comes If it’s not apparent to some that choose to follow the herd Act like they leading the pack, then watch ‘em swallow their words Like dessert, like they’re hollow like it hurts to be them Maybe they’ll ask to switch their masks so they can borrow a friend Tell a friend, neighbor, lover, the next savior you discover You’re in the market for hearts if they beat like all of the others Conformity won’t kill you, just the life in your tongue Don’t take my word for it/ take the silence after I’m done You might think you’re everything your mind’s eye touch Keep your ears open and your eyes wide shut You will get blinded when the skies light up but don’t believe the hype from guys like us Chorus: Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It Run and tell ‘em who it is Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It Run and tell ‘em who it is Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It Run and tell ‘em who it is Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It Run and tell ‘em that name’s ringing like… Joe Horton: 7 bil yelling may day Except for when they dream so they just sleep between the pay days Derelict is in black Rent’s in cash when the man gets back shit better be in tact You caught on a dozen cameras just flashing that old decoder ring hoping nobody notices Open that dirty orifice Insert final solution It’s that or another movie binge Double tapping on groupie tits White or black skin you’re a captive You ain’t got money less your lawyers got mansions You ain’t running shit you just a stand in Flesh to a phantom Something for the mob to get their hands on You might think you’re everything your mind’s eye touch Keep your ears open and your eyes wide shut You will get blinded when the skies light up but don’t believe the hype from guys like us 5. I’m With It Joe Horton: Better act like you know how to navigate the overgrown binary jungle or that’s it for the misfit click click racking up stats couldn’t care less stance pat on the back addict back at it stack fun tickets like a bad habit laughing all the way to the cash in it’s your quarter hour you bask in it I can tell it from your selfie pose you’re a special rose and the world’s most venerated passionate Ah Unbridled finally do battle with lion we like to see blood on the page in defilement of everything lamb like damn right, I’m with it Down to pull a stooge on a doe eyed droog and you know I move with a crew full of similars ‘ F I X Other cats try but they never get the clone right Goes like this… Crescent Moon: Blasted/ put me out back where the trash lives Never should’ve opened up the ziplock plastic Trapped in my body/ feel like gridlocked traffic This massive, this for the masses/ built so high that they can’t look past it If I (if I)/ If I’m being honest I do sit back (sit back)/ look what I’ve accomplished I can see that (see that)/ yes, they really want it Written all over their responses/ consciously or unconscious Atheists and agnostics swear to god they just felt the prophet But the truth is music just moved ‘em to the point they question their logic Y’all don’t know what to call it/ why even give it a name if The only purpose it serves the jury’s to frame it and hang it? Am I speaking your language or do you need it translated? Do I gotta break it down to that/ take it down to that same-old-same station? How many gon’ vibe don’t hear me though? Just let it ri-ride material? Better close your eyes for the lullaby, high/ get lost inside the stereo 6.