verse 1:
once was blind but later could see
shut your eyes to the neighboorhood creep
far from just a misunderstood geek
pick the brain, lift under hood, reach
beneath, open wide, view the madness
few if any ever knew the sadness
close it or tamper with pandoras box
hide, scamper to california yachts
do not taste the pain, best to remain safe
but acknowledge those that embrace your waste
barren existance only known to some
resident of any domain owned by none
alleys, staircases, public places 
darkened eyes in sunken faces
greeted with averted glances wondering
shifty eyes molest, nervous stances untrusting

verse 2:
a mad mind ebbs/flows, glance eyes left
and right, check! know the pastime best
some mindstates cannot be concieved or imagined
two lifestyles exist: lean or lavish
some feed the madness, some thrive while crazed
some crushed by lonliness, hide in a maze
of the mind for days, some never return
fry the brains highways, sever and burn
to some never confirmed, so they hasten to know
cortex damaged by medications blown
apart like kilotons slow errant foes in wars
little more potent then serotonin storms
brain waves ceased when the minds gun shoots
astral plane creased when time runs thru
you remain a creep and a fine one too
do not be afraid to weep, for im one too

verse 3:
toughness forced hard in sports bars and sports cars
pre nightclub ritual with cologne poured on
strobe lights blown minds welcome to the meat market
sell it by the bass pound, ears pummeled beats barkin

line at the bar not movin for drinks
booze pushes steroid users to the brink
bottled anger and rippling muscles
underlying insecurity, belligerence covers

solitary soundtrack consists of silence
detached from mainland like peninsula islands
cold and alone suspicious treated like terrorists
in shadows darkened, every alley needs derelicts

universe questioned, rotgut negates wonder
the scent of sweetness eminates from dumpsters
intoxicated with the quiet, stutter and stumble
no hope left, soon asunder the slumber