I WANT TO GO HOME NOW

Daddy, oh daddy, who are you?

Oh daddy, oh daddy
Why so mean to me
I've been alive only for the last 9-3
million years
Got a job, got a job, got another one
Why you so mean to me

I only wanted to see how to see
From the other side of the greenery
I didn't know just how miserable I would become
At the end of this day, I'm feeling like the day
(dead and done)

So many eyes I've had to see
So many bodies for my fan-ta-sy
I've had it all, lived it all, done it there and back
Still feeling so lost, I just can't quite track...
Since when does getting all you wanted make you feel like that?
Since when's being a fly on the wall being on the miserable track?
I thought it was more, and more, and more, that I wanted...
Then I found the more, and the more, and the more,
but not (quite, but almost..) the one that I wanted..

Perhaps I should look for what I needed, seeded
my delusions, expectations, repetitions, celebrations,
sedition, is not the way to nutrition
(but its one way to find itself out)

See, I've been around the world and been back
(or somewhere that looks like it)
Take this pic, take this pretty organised selfie
That way we can "tell nobody aint tryna' be thee"
But see, what if the one pretending to be me
Look a whole lotta lika' me??
What then, see
What's a fool gotta be
To make himself feel seen
By the eyes on back' his neck
Speaking of it, beck, beck, beck and call
That's what you are
Slave to the slave-master
Begging only to go faster
and faster
That's one way to get off the merry-go-ground
Go-to-ground
Speed it up till it falls apart
Or maybe
Just fall apart, let it speed up (without you)
See, you're gonna be free, that's inevitability to me
But I still don't like to see you suffer
And holding myself back from helping you (if I can)
Is a finest kind of cruelty

Cruelty, aint what it used to be
What if the worst one
The one you swore an oath
to hate the most
until the end of the dawn and the dawn of the end o time
What if the whole thing was just a little side-hustle
A little Kurt Russell,
A little side-tipped wager
Drop the pager
Aint nobody on the other end but he don't stop calling
Follow that call, lose your calling
But forget the calling and the bawling
Come on off your elephant seat
Get right to the potatoes and meat
And maybe, just maybe
You'll find yourself (somewhere)
Before you've gone completely insane

Insane, insane in the membrane
But which member do I brain today?
Which one was the one I did the other day?
I've too many members, the club's too big
As long as I'm trying to keep the count on my fingers
Singers, too many of those
I've had enough of the wine and the cheese
Time to close up shop
Forget the clocks
I've had enough
I want a sleep from my sleep
Before I dream the dream to end the dream
And find out
My life was nothing more than a machine (in a dream)
The pristine, the Listerine
two capfuls, a way to shut yourself up quick
Better than that to end up with the stick