Lifesize Puzzle - Eligh, Scarub

Shut off the aquaduct

(Not much you got?) for guzzling

When you take the ugly duckling and give his living some meaning

Now you got the answer

Curing all the cancer

From building blocks, to grocery spots.

On tabletops and city blocks

When clicking on the idiot box (your fine here niche?) is what we’re taught

You could call it a riddle, stuck in the middle

Searching for objects

Can you reply, can you rewind?

stuck in the bind

Wishing I could just turn back time

Remove and intertwine

Some leave, some stay behind

We search and find the perfect space

It’s all erased

Once in a while a smile’s composed.

Once in a while a file is closed

Killin a case what’s next to unfold for detective, sergeant, «OH»

New and improved, my prayers have been answered

How can it all run so 360?

I’m confused, cause I’ve been abused

Feelings always intermixing

What’s next for the resovoir dog floating the river on hollow logs

Making a journey to Exodus

Wondering who’s the next for this

It’s like a rubix cube, minus the cube and rubix

It’s just you there.

Now you stare at your hands, see?

These are the most important pieces secondary to the imagination station

That sits in between your two ears, and steers your exo-skeleton

To make what you do relevant

Within these gears, you change the world

Blow up mountains, repair bones, fix leaky faucets

And send up messages through rockets, gidgets, gadgets and sprockets

A man who’s makin some profits

While the unfortunate They fall off, it’s just the way it goes

Now heres the tricky part

You gotta start from birth, conquer turf, mark your Earth no matter the amount

You got your plot it’s to make it worth something, even if everyone else is

fronting

And avoid the noid to be like, «I didn’t have the time to provoke the effort to

make the ends meets to complete the measures.»

They never lead to treasures, only add more to the pressures

Coming faulty with the pleasures that are profitable and put you in the lead

You gotta think with speed.

It’s a lifesize jigsaw puzzle

Get what you need, or the answer to the meaning will crumble

You’ll stumble, you’ll fumble

Won’t be able to rumble with the rest of the participants in this game

It would be pretty lame if you ended up the same, you see

It’s like a rubix cube, minus the cube and rubix

It’s just you there

The heart-shaped box, sitting together between two rocks.

Opportunity knocks

Another strand of love to form the locks.

Drape in the eyes

Mistaken for disguise.

Treading water in all different walks

The days keep passing by.

The grease bubbles, it pops in a pan across the land

Struggle to gain financial pain falls like acid rain

A man stands in his own picks from a bone thrown to the dogs

A fan of falling deeply in it, call him the lieutenant

Such a devoted fan to living comfortable on the Earth

A wrinkle in time on a Grandfather Clock stalking

Hit since birth

For what it’s worth he believes in karma, and all that it brings back

But your still comes fairly, easing off counter attacks

Diseased in all this blender, negativity fills the cracks

And craters in the brain of a human being in the music seem fact

A creator loves creating 'til creating becomes monotonous

Then to the art his heart can’t be monogamous

At last, the magic wears off.

Now it’s a job

The heart can’t muster the energy to throb or get it’s head to bob

A lob to a teammate won’t last on a greater scale

Cause you later fail, waiting for the dog to chase it’s tail

From building blocks, to grocery spots.

On tabletops and city blocks

When clicking on the idiot box (your fine here niche?) is what we’re taught

You could call it a riddle, stuck in the middle

Searching for objects

Can you reply, can you rewind?

stuck in the bind

Wishing I could just turn back time

Remove and intertwine

Some leave, some stay behind

We search and find the perfect space

It’s all erased

Once in a while a smile composed.

Once in a while a file is closed

Killin a case what’s next to unfold for detective sergeant, «OH»

New and improved, my prayers have been answered

How can it all run so 360?

I’m confused, cause I’ve been abused

Feelings always intermixing

What’s next for the resovoir dog floating the river on hollow logs

Making a journey to Exodus

Wondering who’s the next for this

Out with the old ideas, bring in the new ideas

Bonding is encouraged, separation discouraged

In order for us to flourish this planet break apart the granite

Marketing strategists kick it in the gleuteous-maximus

Spitting industrial pollution out the contusion of our adjectives

Later’s better than never in this jigsaw that we formulate

Some would say it’s all up to you.

Some would say hands are pulling strings

Calculating every move you make.

Explaining how you do your thing

DNA, and doctors know a lot to have answered.

To map out genes

And pass out features through strains

That would explain why we’re so vain when it comes to the name

A personalized signature verifying your originality.

Or is it simply a title

passed on by your first idols

Apparently the answer varies family to family.

So the candy can be poisoned,

or just too sweet to handle

Do ya see?