This is so amazing. I'm not a classical music student, but this feels like a level of Mozart, a Brahms, and other geniuses with what he is doing here. seriously.
I sit here shooting blanks Out at emptiness Ain't nothing really wanna kill Maybe time I guess I sit and spin the world on it's flipside And listen backwards for meaning cus I'm a stickman I live with one dimension dead Trying not to think too many moves ahead I draw from memory The stillest kind of life I cut slide after slide Mental pain's the sharpest knife Project what's done so everything's in phase To me they're color reversals and I'm a stickman in frames that go one by one If I sped it up you'll see I'm on the run From some monster off screen killing sons Lonely makes me blue Envy turns me green Hate might paint me red if I load my magazine But not just now, when it's easy to stay clean When no one sees where I'm bleeding. I'm a stickman in black and everything is clear Empty in fact, but for the fact I'm here Loading my blanks to make a silent sound So make me smile to make the cruel clown Who drew me this way frown
