Clockwork

10 Hail Marys, I harmonize for practice

9 lives running out, I’m moonwalking backwards

8 steps from perfection, it’s just ’round the corner

7 deadly sins keep skating in my persona

6 is the city where I grew up in

5 years ago, yeah, I lived therein

I keep running, jumping over aqueducts

Turning my face from all that’s hazardous

Stabbing knives whenever we reach for hugs

But momma, don’t lie for me, cry for me —

Sing for me, breathe for me, see for me

Constantly trying me — I’m less than what I gotta be

While my eyes vision the nation’s hypocrisy

Driving me wicked, going crazy like, yeah

Chosen my eyes to witness the dust

Chosen my mind to feel all the rust

Chosen my files to archive the lust

And when I collapse, tell my story — and I pray you’ll forever think of me!