The CatalystCocaine [Alternate Version]

Oh / like memories in cold decay，
Transmissions echoing away，
Far from the world of you and I，
Where oceans bleed into the sky，
This is a beat with no words at first, it’s a blank painting，
Exercising the mind, it"s brain strength training，
It starts off something like, "Shady's an insane maniac，
Yeah, Slim Shady, that's a zany name, ain't it?"
Now all you need's an image to go with the name, baby。
Wifebeaters and white t-shirts, Hanes mainly。
It's a long shot, but is it possible? There's a lane, maybe。
If not he's gon' have to come and change the whole game, ain't he?
He wants the fame so bad he can taste it, he can see his name up in lights。
Women screaming his f***ing name, fainting。
Shady did it, he sold out the whole dang stadium。Shaby
Joe Shmoe made it, he took his Plain Jane lady。Joe Shmoe
And his baby Hailie out the trailer but he ain't trailing anymore。
He's ahead of the race, while maintaining his innocence。
Little does he know his train is derailing。
And he's about to be raped by this game anally, now.
God bless us every one，
We're a broken people living under loaded gun，
And it can't be outfought，
It can't be outdone，
It can't be outmatched，
It can't be outrun，
No no，
And when I close my eyes tonight To symphonies of blinding light，
God bless us every one / we're a broken people living under loaded gun，
Oh / like memories in cold decay，
Transmissions echoing away，
Far from the world of you and I，
Where oceans bleed into the sky，
bleed into the sky!
To symphonies of blinding light，
God save us every one，
will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns，
You"re operating on all cylinders, syllables spit like dillingers。
Spilling your guts, people are feeling your mic skills。
But these haters are ice grilling ya。
Willing to sacrifice anything for the life that they might steal from ya。
Fake friends will kill for ya, die for ya but you can"t decipher。“
Why for the life of ya, it wasn"t like this when you were cyphering。
Argue with your wife again, she found Vicodin。
In your pants last night again, your dispute's public。
Nothing is private anymore, oh, and your best friend?
Say bye-bye to him, what kind of apple you take a bite of Slim?
(But this is what you wanted Marshall, ain't it?) f*** no!
The way that it turned out was nothin' like the picture that I painted。
In my head, sometimes a dream and making it's more fun。
Than it's to actually make it, the game stripped me naked。
It robbed me of ever having another real relationship。
With another girl, this world is a f***ing trip。
As I slip in another world, proceed, take another hit。
Sniff 'til I f***ing hurl, tell 'em all to f***ing sit。
And spin 'til they f***ing twirl, middle finger up again。
Relapsing back in this game, oh well, f*** it then, now.
Lift me up' let me go，
Lift me up' let me go，
Lift me up' let me go，
Lift me up' let me go，
Lift me up' let me go，
God bless us every one，
We're a broken people living under loaded gun，
And it can't be outfought，
It can't be outdone，
It can't be outmatched，
It can't be outrun，
No no，
And when I close my eyes tonight To symphonies of blinding light，
God bless us every one，
We're a broken people living under loaded gun，
like memories in cold decay，
Transmissions echoing away，
Far from the world of you and I，
Where oceans bleed into the sky，
And it can't be outfought，
It can't be outdone，
It can't be outmatched，
It can't be outrun，