Perpetually dancing, with the Devil

Life is such an amazing thing
But becomes overwhelming
We start off just wondering away
Crawling, waddling, walking
Eventually we catch momentum
From various moments
Causing movements
Of perpetual motion

We begin pacing from place to place
From race to race
Never wanting to retrace and make the same mistake awake
Because we are aware, self aware of me over there, here and where, but you don't care,

You're more concerned about your hair, and if it'll bear the weather out there, because that's the image you want to share, that's the you that's always there the one you show that really cares or don't concern or even care
A punk, uh prep, the nerd, the boss ass bitch that you don't know even if you shared a home

But no one could be perfect, not even if it was your job
And all you did was work it, make em Holla you heart throb
Some would say you'd have the perfect job, unless of course you live a slob, eating corn without a cob, don't even care if it comes with slop so you can Bob for corn the cob because an apple seems bizarre so in your sloppy way I say you made it clear your perfect in a way

Perfect perfect perfect
Picturesque from right to left
Leave no stone unturned until correct
Living life fully erect
Because you vote who to elect
Someone who's right for all the rest
Taking out all of the mess
The stress of pests and nests of pawns of chess
Causing you so much unrest and stress you couldn't repress
So then you drink or puff your chest
A drink a line a blunt a cigarette
It's all the same straight to the face
We move so much the shoes unlace
Trip and lose the pace
Or even worse
We fall from grace

Was it worth your children
Chasing all these demons daily
Chasing dragons or start neglecting
Collecting everything of value to you
Every fucking day to argue
Weather it's worth it or not at all, to weather what you think we're worth or not,
Worthless to you after all, worth less than the broken glass on sidewalks,
Side stepping every problem, walking over everyone to get what you need to feed the greed of poison seeds to feel a more unreal me, to please the beast I chased for days yet he was carved aside my cage before I even met his rage.
Was this already carved in stone, was I supposed to diet coke

I'm sure we all have found a home, but I am feeling more alone
I was never taught to cope but if I had I would've never touched the dope
No one told me I lived a broken home, something always broke inside the trailer but never something we couldn't fix with a little bit of dukt tape
But this home was broken in way that needed tissue paper
Listening to the cries and yet no baby at all in sight
Tears from our faces but I never saw a fight

Class had taught me what's cantaloupe and the church told me same sex's can't elope
I hate cantaloupe, so screw school I'd rather teach myself some different strokes alone at home high atop the throne, no moans, just grunts and groans
And if the sex is good, why would you choose to keep two gays away from matrimony ways.
We all lay the same way, better with someone beside us in bed
Even ask the dog that lay a foot your bed I'm sure he's seen you use his move on your wife once or twice a day.

You can be a drug addict, pug addict, or even a love addict.
Like they say to moderation, control the devil after invitations
No one's going to teach you how to do the wrong things, so learn to keep yourself restrained
Treat it as a ration and be intellectual in every way
never let a passion become a perpetual get away