I'm just a soul whose intention is good
Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Super real dream reveal
I Built the wheel, all on my own
This rolling stones no home for moss anymore
Shake it off, I wake to soft now,
Comfortable behind the eyebrows.
I devour sounds, by the bowlful
My souls new, shiny, squeaky clean,
I intervened, time to mention
I'm better now than never as I was headed down,
Half breaths, Full stops after every sentence.
Periods of near beheading, sending wrong messages along,
Guillotine dreams
Even though I heard the song, her melody was wrong
Misconstrued by substances I used
Interfered with, unclear,
Tarnished armour
Unarmed kamakazi
Bar stool warmer
Former champ fantasies
Hampered me
Obsessed with whats left of the the past
Just a couple empty glasses and some faded photographs

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Back in action, though lots has happened,
Got nada to show, bazaar how fast the years go,
slip past at a rate of knots, its scary,
Not wary of all the time I've lost, try to dent the cost.
Disregard regret, accept: whats lost is lost.
Now back behind the automobile wheel
Just before we careened to the ravines floor
Saw circling four voltures holster empty
Drenched in sweat, no heart left, in the middle of the desert.
Munchin on this peyote cactus
Inaccurately mislead,
In to believing all the seeing needed is within the skin of this entheogen
Ha, Never again.
Don't be thinking I've,
Closed my third eye tight
for a life of clean whites and early nights
Yeah right!

Please,
Don't let me be this glass half empty zombie
Wandering, Reflecting back at me from the laptop screen
Please
Don't let me be this coulda been grandpa standing in his faded jeans
Recounting scenes of who he shoulda have been.
Combat the screams, with these beats I use to treat disease
Weasel out the weakness in me
Feed the beast that eats the bleeding heart

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood


Lord don't let me be this ignorant submissive invalid
Wishing for a change but too insnared to move away
Lord don't let me waste another moment for regret
Another wishing what was left
Another missing whats be said
Lord let me begin to realise whats buried in my mind
And not to be misguided, Handle misunderstanding right
Let me understand that all l'll ever need is self belief
All answer come from deep within
And life is mine
So lets begin