Genocide: The Thrill is Gone.

[Geno]

Look..
I'm Cletus Kassidy, distraction when I flip in the booth
With blood on my hands, splashin' like the symbiote suit
Spittin the truth, the microphone can't capture what the images do
Cynical mood, a guilty conscience makes me innocence proof
The subaru I just copped is at its peak performance
When I'm in the driver seat, I'm the machine, its gorgeous
Carefree, ignore it, it ain't important enough to come on the ride
Fuck up the vibe, tell the Voices in my head -shut the fuck up, nd drive
Clutch gets dumped on the dime, and then its back to the crib
Back to the fucking problem, where it actually lives
The devils advocate, twins, racing thoughts have returned
Life is real again, and offers fucking cause for concern
A flying saucer, a bird, like what the fucks really up
Needing my bills to stack higher than the sum of them does
Cause im'a empty magazines like the pages we're gone
Two automatic tech's, singing, simultaneous songs
The sign of change's evolved, weather I make it or not
Never take your best one, let your best take the shots
Before your nest eggs are rotten, while you still have a casue
Nowadays I come and go, cause the thrill has been lost
The fucking pill has dissolved, and I ain't high anymore
Its not a natural rush to me if the rhyming is forced
I feel it dying, the corpse, the rigormortis, decay
I still have an appetite, but its sort of at bay
This is important to say, guess its the shit on my chest
Spirit to write comes from pain, its residual, dead