This is a song about "Gouging my own eyes out"

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Instead of pulling them out of my own mind, but now this time when i rhyme they're mine,

(plexus) what kind of genius am i in my own eyes

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

And can only be invisible with the vision you allow to define your own eyes

I had to find my own way out this fucking hole/

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Knives drawn out, murder in my eyes

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Kicked out on my own ass

...that's all i have

I'm everything that they call nice

They fly, right beside my eyes

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Strolling around, sunlight in my eyes