I'm not sure what it was

What's underneath, I think I'm on the way out
Take my pulse, spit directly in my mouth
Count the cracks that's in the pavement in a bathroom in a basement
I'm probably just a devil's form of laughs and entertainment
Save your moral panic for the preacher or the president
Or any of the other shit you babies think is relevant
Drifting, floating up the stream, eyes are just a sucker's screen
The Earth and how I see it are the rocks that I've been crushed between
Foggy little planet where your groping hands to touch a scream
Greener on the other side, how about nothing's green
Bashful baby boy, so distracted by my toys
Rode a tractor from Wyoming to Chicago, Illinois
On a carpet of the 50 states, part of me disintegrates
The only thing I'm left with is the part I can't articulate

You never thought about you only
You never had to worry about which part of you to show me
You're just as stupid as you've always been
Treat your stupid little problems like a molecule of oxygen
You're never getting better, you're addicted to the madness
You treat it like a muse, are you happy now, Travis?
I could go inside a window and disappear
Just observe, just overhear
If I was glass I'd revert back to sand
Scattered through the sea, I could pass through your hands
None of this will happen, nothing will ever
The things that I believe can never ever happen
I'm standing by a microphone and yelling at a wall
Pick a thousand names, you're still nobody at all

I'm not sure what it was
Was it the words of an angel
Or a devil in disguise?
I'm not sure what it was
Was it the words of an angel
Or a devil in disguise?
I'm not sure what it was