Текст песни Heightened - Tech N9ne

To share certain stories with the world
About things I'd usually hide, at first I was apprehensive
But I feel like I'm not the only one to have this going on inside, so
Here it is, it's called "Heightened"

Exterior I'm angel, baby, ain't no crazy
Everyone get along with me, and even the other gang don't hate me
It may appear to you that I can't go shady
And the fame sho' made me a favorite

Hey, there is an internal tangle lately
It's like this feeling
That for so long I been concealing
When wrong is done to me, the thoughts I have are quite chilling
Hunger within to incite killing

Evil comes and my soul is lost
Outside I'm smiling, inside I'm biting noses off
You're dealing with imagination of the coldest frost
If I so get crossed in a hole, it caught and dismembered
If pricks hindered a quick-tempered
Sick member, it enters
In my sixth chak' worse than Hitchcock

Thinking zip-locked if this knot's distraught
Demons lucky 'cause so far I've kept it contained
Not a soul has seen my inner wicked unchained
Deceivers when losing their life to me is mundane
Out is bright, the sun came and it's plumb bane

Hard times, ain't no way to get softer tones
When the appointment is getting Tech doctored on
They said my health is headed, when death knocks you're gone
High cholesterol and real low testosterone

Now I'm frightened
The self-inflicted noose around my neck is tightened
The doctors told me not to worry, be enlightened
An incision made upon my butt, they were slicing
Ten pellets now I'm heightened

With this extra boost thinkin' I can't let the juice
Bring what's in me forward and let Lector loose
So don't step to uce with all except the truth
Your chickens next to roost and I'll be pressed to shoot
Off the handle, stepping incorrectly to me now is such a gamble
Encephalon is now in shambles

Difficult tryna muffle an evil exposure
With people my only concern is keeping my composure
Good is in my soul, but I'm feelin' no control
This energy within me multiplying tenfold
So don't come disrespectful or you might just be the chose
By this walking ticking time-bomb come too close, I might explode

(Aaron?)
(Aaron, you okay?)
It's just this blank stare at me, the whole time
(Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just a lucid daydreamer)