Nonpoint

Split open your head
And let me pour it in
All the knowledge and feeling
Of these five deadly sins
That your mother would not
Let you see on TV
So you creep to your basement
And lie about being asleep
All alone where the rats colonize
With their tea
As they sip and they watch
You give into the sound
It just takes you and rips
At your soul
This piper is playing and hypnotizing
A funky ass street tempo
The forces are lining
The ticking the timing is off
You're resisting
But it's all for nothing
The piper is playing his song
Can you hear it It's ripping it's gripping
And pulling your spirit
From your inside chest
Your heart it collapses
From the depths, the pits , the gutters, the shits
That make you scream
Scream, scream, scream, scream,
Scream, scream, scream, scream,
Scream, scream, scream, scream
Scream, scream
Line up it's role call
Head is clear
And even though I wrapped you up in butterflies like evenflow
Jeremiah spoke to the masses
And in flash he caught a fist
And broke his glasses
The pipers tune is different
From the boom that you listened to
In your room
Better check your speakers
Their weaker and their trip
Is coming harder
Than a booyacka-booyacka
Coming from your father
Hypnotized, mesmerized, cauterized
With his eyes the suprise is
Start to fizz
Realize that control is his
The pipe is strong
The trip was long
You hit the bong
To concentrate on the song
And before too long
You're under his control
What the fuck?
The children are listening
The temper is ringing
Constantly clinging
To that hydroponic feeling