The luckiest man in the world has no idea
What it's like to be in my position
I've had my share of tragic visions
My share of tragic stories and bad collisions
This life bears the fury of my decisions
With the winds blowing through this conjuration
Casting shadows in all directions
What a cataclysm...
What a motherfucking cataclysm!
I could hope against hope and try to limit
Spilling my blood in admiration
Of the feats of heroes and drastic villains
Deciphering dreams like a fortune teller
Am I a gypsy or a mathematician?
Counting stars in the sky while I lose my vision
You'd think I was trying to earn commission
For every lost scenario and dead ambition
What a cataclysm...
What a motherfucking cataclysm
What a goddamn turn of events
What a cataclysm...
What a motherfucking cataclysm
What a goddamn cataclysm
Am I a dope fiend or a drug addiction?
Finding comfort while reeling through a bad transition
We've had our mysteries and our shared condition
But the beauty lies deep in this tradition
Of sharing dumb stories and dumber bitching
I feel myself coming down, my brain it thickens
My veins harden up and I feel a kicking
Within my stomach and my small intestine
What a cataclysm...
What a motherfucking cataclysm
What a goddamn turn of events
What a cataclysm...
What a motherfucking cataclysm
What a goddamn cataclysm
I am a mystery to myself and in ways a burden
Uncontrollable at times and weak in spirit
I wish this mirror did more than reflect
The confusion in these eyes are hidden
Help me help myself in situations
When I lack direction and supervision
A grown man playing host to conversations
Swirling in my brain without cohesion
What a cataclysm.
