Lyrics Wired - Onry Ozzborn , Asphate

Ever since crippled by ANX, I had to learn how to breathe
All over again, to try to conceive
That what was happening to me wasn't actually happening
But in my brain, this happening was elaborate and baffling
As Casey Anthony and George Zimmerman on a trampoline
Playing patty-cake at the wake of each of their casualties
Needless to say, in my head I was going cray
Outside of it was a nice day
So now I'm rewired like episodes of The Wire
Once indicated this fire burning inside me will stay
No need to expire, retirement not required
Unless that fire I spoke of just evaporates
Desire from having my son's sire revile it
My daughter inspires me to have more to say
So I decided to hire myself and get rid of liars
Who have a problem perspiring
And won't go away until today
[?] flesh is where it sets in, gets in
Bitten by the spider
It's venom seeping through my typewriter
I am wired
The stomp of it is toxic to rock with
Binoculars in the cockpit
Perhaps this piece of metal that I'm flying will disappear in the air
Pilot with a drinking problem, better beware
'Cause gliding upside-down is not safer
It's the blood that'll rush to your head and then you faint
Momentarily catatonic once you awake
Open the drapes, a crash landing escape
That exits back into attacking again
Thought I had it under control but now it's laughing at him
It just so happens that the "him" I'm referring to is me
But I was talking 'bout myself in third person quite honestly
Obviously it's 'cause my initials are M&M
So I'm cursed to become psycho [?] with the fucking pen
Let's not pretend I'm okay, how 'bout we say
Instead I'm able to get away with murder like Hannibal, yay!
[?] flesh is where it sets in, gets in
Bitten by the spider
It's venom seeping through my typewriter
I am wired
Yes, moving mentals by the metric ton
Succumbing to the monster dwelling in them
Playing stooge with another master [?]
Masking that the poison lies within you
Yes, [?] visions of dripping visual memories
Memoirs, [?] stars the way [?] epiphany on doomsday
When fools say that time waits for no kind of archetype
Never did they sacrifice the martyrs right or left for dead
Faded with the proper med regiment
Caught the plot within the iris, the lies were effortless
Deception turned commonplace, the sloth [?]
Default participant, all admissions prepaid
Genes made from melting pot stock with DNA
Peep the hollow sway [?] papier mache vertebrae
My murder plays on repeat on lo-fi [?]
[?] flesh is where it sets in, gets in
Bitten by the spider
It's venom seeping through my typewriter
I am wired