Box at the End
Verse 1
I was a little boy once and I always kept ‘em guessin
Had a father who was sharp on always teachin lessons
Had a bike that was prime and took me on my searches
What I found was a find that no one can just purchase
But it felt a little too good - I knew I didn’t deserve it
I disguised it through design to erase my inner purpose

Chorus
There’s a box at the end of the street - I won’t open it
It’s not locked it’s begging for me - I can’t open it
A gift - - screamin I’m FREE - I won’t bother it
I should be drawn by its natural curiosity
I should forget where it is and just let it be
A box at the end of the street – I’ll get over it
A box at the end of the street - I won’t open it – no . . .

Verse 2
Behind I was left - never right - always becoming nervous
Beat the system at its games but I still I feel I’m worthless
I’m lost but not ready to find what waits in-between my courage
In the home-town of my mind I just wander like a tourist
Don’t get me wrong I’m not down fully and live life to the fullest
Got more boxes waiting patiently for when they're put in service

Verse 3
I would elevate through stasis if it wasn’t for these curses
But the cost is yet to come and gets hidden in these verses
I know what’s inside this box as you probably guessing
An imaginary concept I insist on still repressing
Regarding self - that part of me I prefer on its highest shelf
I should level up my dignity with these secrets to my mental health

Bridge
Am I serious? I’m serious. So serious it stings
but the pain it brings motivates and makes my soul sing
I’m a fool and I’m a king among demons with sharp wings
Target my self-enemy rating aiming at number one
Telekinesis on feeble trigger set to destroy instead of stun
My wires get with flame and my circuits they be crackling
Encryption levels kept complex to deter my own soul hacking
Poison traps in stack mode to protect my sacred blackening
Like Anakin’s love fed his evil dark gloves - and the monster he became
I refuse to be a slave when my mental frame is off the chain
But my powers come from feeding
They come from feeding on the pain
And I wear that badge just to prove
Just to prove that I’m insane
And I wear that badge just to prove
Just to prove that I’m insane